Imagine the sinking silence of an unfathomable abyss
Memories carefully collected, but unable to reminisce
And imagine a state of being and there's nothing at all
Gazing in vacuo, for it's nowhere the stars ever sprawl
Imagine the cold that you'll feel, for you'll never grieve
No persona or forethought and no air there to breathe
Enduring the unendurable without reason or misgiving
Denied the comfort of thoughts, or the reverie of living
Envisage it while you can, maybe you're still in control
And imagine the interminable oblivion, without parole
The afterlife is post mortem, it's blind, dumb and deaf
Hopeless for sure, but there, when you imagine death
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