The meaning of life

Is it an abyss-
Or, is it the gentle caress
Of the quiet Angel of death?
Will I be confined beneath
In the suffocating earth
Will the silence consume me,
Before the maggots do?
Is it a descent into lonely madness,
Left to replay your life in fragments?
Will I meet a God,
Or the King of the Dead?
Death could be a beginning,
A cycle that never ends
Or will there be a place,
That judges me for my sins?
I cannot imagine the darkness,
Or a mindless eternal sleep,
Do I roam the earth forever,
Or be chained to where I meet
The finale, the end, the final sentence
Of my existence,
Or do I really exist at all?


This is not my work, it is my best friend and lover's and she has given me permission to post it. All credit goes to her.