So, Death, Is It That Easy?

I had heard whispers—
Whispers that made it seem so simple.
So, I packed my bags, and sought her out.
When I arrived, She asked softly,
“Why have you come?” Death asked
What could I say in return?
My mind was heavy with unspoken truths.
I approached,
My hand trembling as it touched the door,
The threshold between life and what lies beyond.
Even her heart, as cold as it was, seemed pure.
I closed my eyes as she enveloped me,
A silent promise in her embrace.
She pulled me deeper,
Into a realm where time no longer mattered.
No life. No sins. Just fading,
Lost in the stillness of her arms.
And there, in that final surrender,
I was no longer burdened, No longer me,
But a mere echo in her dark, timeless world.