Death...Even in dreams.

I died last night in my sleep, I wasn't given time to say my goodbyes or cry for my life, or think of what I was leaving behind.
They gave me no choice though it was my life, they pulled the plug that kept me alive, kept me breathing.
And then, It was black.
Nothing but unending blackness, void, Uncomfortable feeling of sadness and realization that, I was dead, There was no more living, No more life for me to live, Nothing but this black void I couldn't move in.
But...wait...Where is my Angel, or demon, to take me to my destined location?
Or where is the goddess to renew my soul and start another life with the remains of the cracked crystal soul, Or to lead me to the summerlands?
But no, there was none of that here in this abyss that held nothing but sadness and pain that I thought I would abandon in death, But here it was a sharp feeling, Like the sadness was physical, Instead of just in my mind.
Im still not afraid to die, But im not so eager to do so now.