Broken and afraid

I can't stop thinking on the blackness.
Is that all there is?
Why should they let mes rest?
The dark muses of fear.
Terrified of the unknown of death.
A spark forever snuffed out.
No more experience nor breath.
Some follow the light of misfiring neurons.
Lending some small comfort before the black.
What if there is truly no dawn?
Nothing more after the heart stops.
Spinning round and again within my head.
As my hope slowly drops.
The pain worsens within
Both body and mind.
Punishment for past sins.
There was never such fear before.
I remain broken and afraid.
Waiting to be restored.