Epiphany Of Death Poem by amar qamar

I lay awake sometimes, thinking of death.
Getting closer with every breath.
Can't bare to think of the abyss of forever.
Conscious never ending... Never....
An infinite existence, a pit of despair.
Why is it only me who seems to care.
I'm a true believer in heaven and hell.
But there's never going to be an ending, no final bell.
What will I turn into, will I still be me.
A crazy deranged soul, that's more likely.
I'd get bored once everything's said and done.
Nothing new and nothing to come.
Even in heaven, forever seems too long.
Am I thinking weird? Can I be wrong?
Damn, wish I never thought of it.
Wish I could forget.
Life's but a drop in the ocean of infinite.