at my funeral, ill be placed in the freshly dug ground,
six feet of earth above me.
my family will shed a singular tear behind sunglasses,
they aren't the type to make a scene, even over me.
they'll leave me there again, for the final time.
that night i'll arise, my cold corpse's eyes peeling open.
ill kick open the dark oak casket, and dig my way through
the freshly laid dirt.
i'll stand at the foot of my grave, staring at my tombstone,
"here lies miles, gone too soon"
and then i'll dance.
i'll give all my energy into one final dance on my grave,
in the yellow moonlight.
i'll dance upon my grave as one last ******* to me.
for letting everything get that bad.
and as the morning light finally comes,
an orange sun, peering from the dirt, i'll crawl me way back.
i'll lay back down in my casket,
close it shut, cross my arms, and shut my eyes one last time.