More poems by awkward silence

What Becomes of Us

When your day has come
no matter what you believe
one belief is true
the rest are lies

Do you believe in heaven?
you'll live for eternity in perfect peace
or will you go to hell
and suffer the worst torture beyond imagination forever

Or does none of it exist?
and your gone
a dead, rotting body six feet under
never coming back

Maybe after death you'll still exist
mind never fading, trapped in a body stripped of it's senses
alone in the ground, still conscience with no way to scream
death is inevitable, no matter what you believe
Poem by awkward silence