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The decaying of a dead body is natural
A rotting corpse of a somehow taken life.
The cold feeling a beat less heart and empty veins runs deep
As I look at the bold gravestone.
A gravestone that will in time by engraved with my name
The magnificent beauty of my small new home created just for me.
Stained wood, chrome, gold, or silver with incredible comfortable padding
The luxury of a good nap without the frivolous cares of the living.
I will be blind, deaf, and thoughtless
And the chaos of the world will no longer be ob my shoulders.
Nature is bound to become one with me
And her roots will become my veins and my veins hers alike.
The music will play
And the tears will fall.
Flowers will be throne at my finely polished wood
But the smell of flowers will never be appreciated
And a part of me will they become.