Buried

Buried
Calm and sweet is my sleep
My body starts to decay
Earth covers my mortal remains
Darkness –
No matter if it`s night or day

Insidious the death sneaks in
I can hardly breath
Maggots try my skeleton
Oblivion -
No matter what you believe
Sweet, calm and sweet is my sleep
And it feels like buried alive
A weeping willow adorns my nature grave
Its roots twine around my bones
And sway my body gently
The sun shines
What a day!
I lived my dreams, I was never part of this world
Its beauty is not yet known to me
Life is passing me by
The sun shines
I need a rest, I better lay down my rotten limbs on my cosy,
mossy pillow
Under the willow...
Oh, what a day!