You will disintegrate into stardust and catastrophe. As your bones crumble and your flesh melts to rot your sorrows into the pitch black mud of your existence.
That is all that is left of you. Nothing but sheets of paper with words.. unfinished essays and thought provoking bits of magic you never shared because you were never good enough.
They will close your eyes and their tears will fall onto your carcass as you roam the skies and collide with the stars. Cold as stone you will lie still chilled to the bone.
It will end with a snap and your existence will detach itself from this cage and you will free fall into the endless sphere of immortality.
There will be silence.
No blood. No pain.
A peaceful slumber.
Until we meet again.