We sleep to dream we live to breath
Is afterlife both when we reach death?
I contemplate at constant rate
A constant state no one can relate
Eyes closed now, an estranged discomfort
Darkness is close, so strange it comforts
A touch from death is softer than satin
The afterlife, such ****** Latin.
May 3, 2014
May 3, 2014 at 1:02 PM UTC
We sleep to dream we live to breath
Is afterlife both when we reach death?
I contemplate at constant rate
A constant state no one can relate
Eyes closed now, an estranged discomfort
Darkness is close, so strange it comforts
A touch from death is softer than satin
The afterlife, such ****** Latin.