To Bite the Dust

Will the sun still shine?

         Upon my demise,

                I wander the unknown.

                      An eternal time zone.

Can the sun still shine?

         I need its nurture.

              Body decaying and unraveled,

                    Death hits its final gravel.

Will the sun still shine?

      My mind is a hurricane

            Air damp and quiet,

                  I begin to riot.