I decided to write a poem

Life and Death
the thief creeps behind you, arms extended, and grabs.
Your life is stolen.
The thief is calm, drags you into an endless world of before and after.
Death.
Your magic, your force, is gone. Your heartbeat slows from a rhythm to a stillness.
Inventing what happens after, painting a picture in an uncertainty.
Afterlife.
Is it real?
Is it not?
Is death an eternity, or is it just a moment before a new beginning?
Do you know?
Do you even care?