Now that I am very old and weak in all my senses
I cannot smell the flesh that surrounds me
Deep within the morgue
Every time I stared into the eyes of the deceased
I grew more and more used to it
And I became numb to the thought
That they all had lives
But now it’s my turn and it’s my time to die
But I don’t want to say goodbye
For the fate of me will be nothing more
Than the fate of those whom I’ve sacrificed
I’ve embalmed all me family
Dug the grave where they’ll rot
But now that it’s my turn
I’ll dig my own spot
Staring down into the hole
In which I’ll be forgotten
Forever and ever and nothing more
It should be deep enough to keep me around
I have many regrets that will weigh me down
I jump, I cry, I lie there
Deep within the ground