The stillness of the night feels like a chilling mountain dew
As the stench of the reaper remains and lingers
This might be the gateway to the fountain of youth
My breath gatheres for the last onslaught-of my physical form
I'm not sad, the process of death becomes an afterthought-More often than not
I found happiness in the thought of it
The eyes around do not shed a tear, nor do they flinch as my casket is lowered.
Forever at ease & peace in a house that swells from the ground
I'm at peace, the type of peace you do not crave for; I found peace but with it came eternal sleep, so I rejoiced in it.
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