To Nothing

What would it be
To fade from sight
Lost from people's eyes
And all their views on mine.

So far gone,
I'd be a ghost
Even while warm to the bones,
But gone, faded,
Lost and out of mind.
Entirely forgotten
Even by existence.
Nothing.

Would the world mourn?
For someone who wished
With all their might
That fading from sight
Would be a blessing to all.

Nothing.
Nothing at all happens.
To nothing.