Love the 'onyx existence'

made me think for a moment,

onyx is shiny? but very random,
all appears good on the outside but there is a world of confusion on the inside?

Just a guess.

Then we go on to the 'fear of death'

such an opposite to many poems I read on here. so many people embrace an afterlife a heaven etc...
what if it doesn't exist?

I love the whole despair/confusion throughout

great write well done.