2 many questions

Will I be dead,
before I die,
These thoughts of mine,
An urge to cry.

Will I stop breathing,
before I exhale,
I look in the mirror,
my reflection pale.

Will my eyes stay shut,
before I wake,
This dream of mine,
it will not break.

Will I be buried,
while running from death,
I trip and fall,
I see my last breath.

Will death come snatch me,
while i dance away,
is it looking right at me,
as if I was prey.

First I wrote this just for fun,
now it's to late,
to late done.

Will I be dead,
before I die,
who will be dead?
one word,
I.