The Book of the Dead.

(Dream I had.)
I dreamed I went missing, and nobody looked for me. There was a police investigation but after a while my case went into the cold case files.
I was abducted by a serial killer tortured, and killed, buried in the middle of nowhere, where nobody would be looking. Afterwards when I woke up, I felt indifferent to it all, still feeling that way, numb or this sense of "It figures" that's how I'd die.
But it did make me think of (O.G.s) Linkin park's song Leave out all the rest.

Then it got me thinking, there isn't anything I'm leaving behind that's worth anything. And I cannot control how I will be remembered. I do know people myself included tend to think more highly of the person then they actually were.
I think most people have more positive thoughts about that person than negative ones when they're gone.

I think it's because we're afraid of how we will be remembered,and so we remember others in a higher regard than they might have actually deserved.
Not that it would matter to me when I am dead anyway.

If all my tears were counted, it would fill the world, and everything would drown.

Don't open these flood gates,
Can't be opened again,
It's too much,
wounds too thick,
blood too thin,
think I'll bleed to death.
Don't wish to see the skin falling off of bones again,
Don't wish to remember what cancer did to him.

Can't keep down this road,
too many dead ends,
gotta find a map,
get me on a better track.

Can't play with cameras,
too many images already in my head,
just want to listen to your voice,
keep me away from my choices,
just want to hear you sing,
get me out of my head for the rest of the day.