Just Death?

The weird thing about life is that it ends;
for me, for despots, for sinners, for saint,
to the pet cat, to enemies, to friends,  
there's no reprieve, no place to lodge complaints...
 
Just a cold indifferent universe.
Perhaps that's the point, there's justice in death
not in the judicial kind, that's the worst  
but that we all get to take one last breath.
 
I guess there lies equality, that last gasp,
as life fades to a half remembered dream,
thoughts struggle to think, life slips from our grasp
and we are gone as if, we'd never been?
 
It's that last bit, that is hard to swallow  
And protests to the contrary, hollow...