Thanatophobia and Curiosity

It comes upon me like a storm. A torrent of emotion In motion. A certain fear I have. The fear of ending. Not breathing, Not blinking, Not being. It's an inexplicable fear that Grips me and keeps me A hostage. Surrendering to a mind- Numbing silence. What's in it for me? What goes on after I become was I was is, I still am-- But when I'm was? What will I be? Will I see? is there sight after is? There is no salvation for me, For I have no thoughts of Him. I believe in passion and fury. And humility and human nature. I ask for neither mercy nor guidance-- I crave answers. In a simple phrase-- Forget the science and religion. What is it like-- Being was?