When the light goes out, and it will or has ,there will be no heaven or hell. Just a dark nothingness for me. I will be gone. But don’t give up. I didn’t. I went fighting and shouting, angry and determined with fiery will and desire, love and trust. It is what it is. But I pray but one thing, that you will keep me alive somewhere with you. Perhaps in your heart, mind or thoughts…
for tis least a place to be.
I’m weary of the darkness, for tis no rest, nor place nor anything that might be.. Let me sleep in your dreams and talk to me in your sleep. For in your mind, I shall keep, a watchful eye over you.