Your unusual placid for death inspires me,
How could anyone be compared to you?
I've looked in the eyes of death and was aghast.
You've done the same yet he seemed divine.
They tell me not to be afraid of death,
It is a beautiful thing.
But I am afraid of death.
I've felt what it's like to die, and so have you.
Yet I have turned my cheek away from the darkness and covered my eyes from the unknown, wishing I was still ignorant.
While you run towards him,
And I wish I could understand why,
And I admire you for that.
What was he like?
I'm afraid to know, but I know one day I will.
