Where Will I Go?

When this life is over,
when I have finally said goodbye,
when the last of my being has drifted off with the wind,
where will I go?
Will I be in the heaven's with the angels,
or will I go below the earth with the demons?
Will I be forever damned to walk the earth alone,
or will I have companions in my journey of the life after death?
So many questions,
not enough answers.
And yet,
even now,
I can feel myself slowly drifting away.
Away from the corrupted world we live in,
where society has rule over us,
where fitting in is deemed your only option,
where being different is as bad as being a murderer.
Slowly drifting away,
I can feel myself slowly loosing hold on reality,
yet no matter how hard I try,
I can't seem to fully let go.