The truth of humanity-Death

Here I am at the end of my wits,
Embraced by fear,
The venture here it ends,
The moment I started,
I knew it would come,
All I did was to find a way to escape,
And today I see it in the eyes,
Humans were born to feel the fire of death.

Life is a gift,
We rejoice, celebrate,pray & bless,
In our eyes does not live the fear of the end,
Perhaps we do not want to give into the strength of the devil,
But it hits us all,
In a matter of seconds,
What we love the most may be withdrawn from us,
Without our concent,
Reminding us how petty we are,
In the hands of this universe,
A tiny little spec,
Who's feelings don't matter,
Not anymore.
And you awaken to the truth.....
The truth of death,
The truth of our helplessness,
The truth that we too will merge into mere dust,
The truth that we are no one.....

Empty Volumes

Have you heard the waves hit your soul hard and the world's harsh noise clump in? 

That's empty Volumes....Space enough for melody but no wires to sound!

I am awakened to a sudden sound,
It was distant and low
But is gaining on more
It bangs on the door loud and cracks Through the small crevices even air can't escape,
In a matter of minutes,
I am insecure, threatened, vulnerable.....

Nothing and no one is around,
And yet the sound was deafening at the party yesterday night,
I won't call the numbers,
Cause they won't come,
The world has become a place of rejoice,
Only few can handle the strength to help,
It is easier to make excuses,
And harder to understand sincerity.....

The snow has frozen on the window panes,
Leaving the crystal shape like magic on glass,
It might just be the best I can see before the door gives way and I am dead,
Or maybe not?
I hear the distant sound once again coming close.....I recline into my mind while the sound gets deafening again.....

By my side I notice a book and an empty coffee mug,
All I enjoyed during the day,
Will I wake up to another one,
Or will fear engulf me......?

I can feel the emptiness within me,
The room for so much to play, to make melody,
Yet the loss of creativity, the music will not be made,
The melody may never be played,
I sigh at the 'Empty Volumes' within me

Have I been able to explain the concept empty Volumes? Let me know your thoughts below & interpretations