When You Die Poem by Dawn Gothic

when you die, what happens?
Are you reborn into someone else or do we get to move on to the world of owe dreams? As you are in heaven do you get to see the ones that you loved, and left behind? Hopping they know that you are their? is the heaven we think about to day really hell descied? It's just a way to keep you trapped with out know that you can't move on. When you are awake, on your death bed, can you fell deaths breathing down your spin? When you die do you feel it a thousand time over? Or is it fast and painless, like being knocked out before operation? Many people have died, people who didn't make a name for themselves. They died nameless and soon forgotten about. Evenchley even the dearest people to you will forget that you have lived, what you were like and what you did, even who you were in the world that you have left behind to wither away. Like a dyeing plant with no sun and water. I guess that I will have to live and die to find the answers that I now seek out. What is it like to die?