A story that is older than my memories

Some nights I think about death.
Those are horrible times. When they start entering my mind,
I gasp for air and I'd feel more scared than ever.
Cause that's how death seems.
It deprives you of air until you can no longer breathe.
Until everything went black.
Until everything went nothing.
Empty.
And just like that.
You are shut down from the world.
Gone. Dead.

(v.a.)