Please and Thank you Mr. Death

The skies are black and broken.
My fears beside me, guiding me through the flames to Mr. Death.
My dreams and hopes are gone and dead.
The horrors of Mr. Death as he tears through my chest with his bare hands.
Slicing, ripping with no remorse searching for what is missing.
I can feel no more.
My chest, an empty cave.
Could this be it, the way i die or the way i am reborn?