Is this how the death of my Soul should feel?
Re-sending last elements before being sealed;
Carbon, Hydrogen, come what may,
Conglomerate siphoning, a shipping display,
I am in no hurry to leave this way.

All feeling from my legs and toes
Dissolved at first, and a final thought
Which wasn’t my own;
Silly now, of how all those who went before
Did not return to tell us more.