I would like to conceal myself in the bottom of the earth  
Tasting and smelling dirt
I may be cold or would the earth heat the soil?
Could I feel wind underneath the warmth?
Will my eyes flow freely as the tears pour down?
My body will ache with desire but it has no use
I will have no sense of time
In a slumber that is my mind
Nobody could take that away
Peace that fills my space
Oh so silently without abuse
Who’s voice would I hear
Perhaps it could be mine?
I have not heard it in so long would I recognize the sound?
Can I hide never to reappear