Death

We are done living.
We say we are dead.
What is death?

I supose it depends what we believe.
Where we will go.
What we will find.

An empty void,
With no emotion or pain.
A state of nothingness.

A burning pit of fire,
Feeling pain for eternity.
Living death as hell.

Perlly gates and golden streets,
Forever in the arms of our creator.
Resting forever on a heavenly cloud.

Death as a good escape?
Death to feel nothing but pain?
Death to bring peace?

Life problems gone forever,
No need to remember to breath.

The heavy cloud gone,
Along with the sun.

Relaxed forever,
Peaceful sleep on heavenly clouds.