Immortality

You have no concept what it's like to be dead

Sweetie.

To exist once and vanish

Like a classic train

To not exist and be forgotten by no one

To live in a flash

Like a silhouette

And to die every day

Like a fence picket.

Fall gently, my darling

For eternity is a cloud

Shaded on a sorrowful sheet of paper.

You don't want to be here, dear.