A feeling of pensiveness

These days, I see my thoughts seething
Thinking of the time when it'll all be over
When my heart, it shall eternally stop beating
On my face will be the expression real sober

I'll be six feet under, then everyone will walk away
And there it won't matter anymore if its night or day
I can't stop the notion that keeps returning
Will I be in a safe place or will it be burning?

—Abd elAzeez