Do not wake me, I am peaceful now.
Under soil trodden shoes I sleep, and whisper of times reserved for the dead, not the living.
Walk on, my friend and enjoy the gifts of life while still to taste.
Alas, mine were once unwrapped, and the packaging unfurled.
I am now but a faded ribbon, entwined around forgotten memories.
Eternal Sleep is my comfort now, and silence is my pillow.