The Chosen Few

I will
never know
Why I was
Chosen...but
As the blood
Stains these sheets

And the
life drains
Away,
I know
I have
Disobeyed.

I know
The plan was
To stay, but
The more
The pictures
Don't fade,
My memories
Become reality...
And I
Can't stand
Another
DAY

November...Death Defying?...Are You Kidding Me???

I don't like the idea of death. I'm scared shitless of death and dying.
Where do we REALLY go once we die?
Do we still exist, just in another form?
Do we really have souls?
If so, do our souls just roam the earth once we die
or is Heaven and Hell horrifyingly real?
Is death just a figment of our imaginations and we're just letting this
one
thought and/or idea run rampant through our minds and allow it to
control our lives.
Were the people who have already passed on ever really here to
begin with in the first place?
Or are we truly living in "THE MATRIX"?