Poetry: Mortality

How about a change of pace? I haven't written anything in a million years (ish), so it's not my best, but it's a start so it's good enough for now. Actually the second one I've wrote tonight, picked up from scraps of notes I've saved on my laptop.

Mortality

I guess you just don’t think about mortality like I do
Because I’ve seen it up real close and studied it like it was something new
It grabbed me by the neck and questioned my morality,
Put its shades upon my face so I could see it with more clarity

And now I see it everywhere, in everyone I know
I see so plainly that no-one ever questions when they’ll go
We don’t know when that door will knock or when the bell will ring
 But I had a dream we all died, and I felt better about the whole thing.