Oh to die in a forest

Not hooked up to machines

When the body starts withering

a fox rips a piece of flesh off

wolves and bears take the muscles off the bones

as crows wait patiently for their turn

What is left is cleaned by insects

carrion flies, burrying beetles

even the plants feed

soil never differentiates

what you were doesn't matter

What you did doesn't matter

Now you are matter, you are one with it all, you are nutrition

And new life bursts from this

What am I doing?

I suddenly value life?

After all this denial and apprehension?

How much experience and joy did I waste trying to escape it?

I could've done so much more

if only...

Now hell is eternal

And I realize that I was the one choosing me