Vacant eyes stare beyond the painted sky
With a shroud of pale blue skin
Soaked in a pool of blackened blood
The secrets of the world trapped within
No breath passes these cold lips
Be still the whispers in my head
Dark fertile soil so rich with life
In stark contrast to the flesh
Of sky and earth and freshly dug grave
I commit Thee to eternal rest
To welcome the void, the eternal darkness
Embrace her, my sweet death
Insects keep company
To an internal home
Deep within the skin
Hidden under mud and snow
This is truly an eternal end
Sleep