Bone dry and still, ice cold and grey
We lay as they embalm us, wash us and clothe us in white satin
Prepare us for sleep
Deep, dark sleep in a place where no man can wake us

Our loved ones lament our departure
The pangs of grief grip them relentlessly
It seems their pain not only rises from the reality of their loss
But they fear that we know the pain of death even in death
No, it has never been more far fetched
We have fallen asleep, no form of consciousness stirs within us now
When the last breath left all knowledge slipped away
No part of us lingers here to see their mournful faces
Or hear their miserable wailing
We do not know their suffering and cannot quell it in any way
As surely as the living live, they know that they must die someday
But here in death, we know nothing
We only lie in wait now beyond their reach
Even when the earth consumes us
Strips away all we once consisted of and the only remnant is our bones
We sleep in peace, completely unaware

Even so, a day will come when a voice will call our names
And we will hear it and rise from the depths and see light
A new life we will know and live to never sleep again