Thoughts on dying

Mixing..feeling with thought
Where light begins it starts
It’s a feeling you cannot miss
A hole its a burnin’
Everyone feels it
No one ever finds it
When they look for it
Passes you by
Cause you won’t find it
Don’t waste your timing looking

Everything I have done, Its not enough
I tremble at the thought
Time, wasted

How fast the end has come
Can I live again?
Missing it you must be dead
If you can feel…burns right though ya