Rock me to sleep again

I wonder how death feels like... Is it like how my dad carried me to bed? Safe in his arms, weightless and still, The world fading out with the warmth of his will. Or is it like how my mom pushed me from the swing, Flying for a second — then the sudden sting? Is it the thrill before the fall, Or silence after it all? Does it hum like lullabies under a fading light, Or crash like thunder in the heart of night? Is it gentle like rain on a tired face, Or ruthless like time — no pause, no grace