Nothing Poem by Theorem The Truth Serum

If I were to die,
I would wish it to be with the sea.
On a boat floating freely,
I would sink eventually, slowly,
and dropp until I hit the sediment bottom.
A small cloud of dust would float above the bottom for a bit,
but it would be only fish who would witness my end.
They would eat at me bit by bit until there was nothing left.
I would turn into excrement that now floats along the sea
until it slowly disintegrates to nothingness, I become nothingness.
It is all you can hope for, to become nothing.
Nothing will remember you and all your nothings become nothing.
Nothing is the true state of an organism at the end.