Melancholic's Catechism

Is it any different
If the planet explodes
Than if we singly go?

When you say that the world
Will go on without you,
The comfort it gives you

Comes from the fact the world,
The world you imagine,
The only world you know,

Is part of you, and you,
However you dread death,
Must seem alive in it.

And what if the world won't
Go on without you, what
Happens when cultures die,

Whole peoples are wiped out,
The last of a species
Dies alone, continents

Sink into the sea, ice
Scrapes continents to rock,
The rock sinks back to core?

The world's not one of ours.
Our worlds die with us, and
All our comfort is gone.