it's days like these when i want to give up

sleep forever and dream of a better place

an eternal rest, undisturbed..

my eyes shut

not a quiver not a stir

a beautiful escape from this ugly world

a slumber six feet under

but i wonder..

will I dream beautiful things?

or be forced to silently scream

in agony and pain reflecting this life i lived?

...Lived.

i say it as if i already died..

wishful thinking?