I want to go away.
Lay me in the Earth
And let my body decay.
My mother isn't a cryer,
She would rather fold my body up
To lose it to fire.
Would they sprinkle my ashes somewhere-
Or place me in a jar,
Leaving me on a shelf without a care?
I would rather be put in a box-
Placed underground
To be covered in a mold frost.
Mar 3, 2015
Mar 3, 2015 at 5:21 PM UTC
I want to go away.
Lay me in the Earth
And let my body decay.
My mother isn't a cryer,
She would rather fold my body up
To lose it to fire.
Would they sprinkle my ashes somewhere-
Or place me in a jar,
Leaving me on a shelf without a care?
I would rather be put in a box-
Placed underground
To be covered in a mold frost.
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