Being shy of just too much.

Ever wondered what death would feel like?

Do you plunge into a dark, cold abyss,

Where you know there is no return?

Or does it consume you whole,

Not giving you a chance to understand where you really are?

Would it be nothing but dull grey's and black's?

Or would colours be shining down on you,

Overwhelming your senses,

Being shy of just too much?

I honestly can't answer your questions,

But I can tell you this.
Sejarah Will Be The Death Of Me.

Are you happy now?