To those lost, To Those who wander

These dark thoughts permeate my mind.
Death and what comes after.
Weighing heavily on my consciousness, this idea is hard to escape.
As I see those wither around me
I can only dwell on what may never or always will be.

Nothingness.

I'm not sure if I'm looking for solace in an answer
For the afterlife, or
Something more...

Saturated in loneliness
And the alcohol to suppress
Numbing thoughts that run through my mind
Only exemplified by my actions and reactions to the state of undeniable truth:

"Everyone leaves, and everything dies."

I use this as a crutch to escape thoughts of the inevitable.
I use this as an escape from the crushing feeling of what's yet to come.
I use this to forget the fact that nobody will care to say my name
When I'm long forgotten only whispered in the wind.

What will I leave behind
To be remembered by?
My legacy
Only a memory
Lost to the sands of time.