Nightmares become dreams
Tears are droplets of happiness
Six feet under the soft ground
The cold feels sensational on my dead skin
Body so frail and fragile
So white and pail
The dark underground is so lovely
This is my new life
I am born into the eyes of death
I am the fetus of sadness
The memories that used to stand
Internally sleeping
Bleeding on the inside
Crying on the out
The last words have been said
And the last breaths have been inhaled
