Rude Slumber

Look past the trees and past the burrial ground, to where the landfill grows.
Take away that dream, take away that thought, so you can take away my sorrow.
The body lies there like a untouched million year old rock.
the knolage obtained during its life is distrbuted eavenly throught the dence air.
Bouncing back and fourth around the inanimate object, like a game of pinball never ending.
Its last wish echoing thru its head.
A black cloak of darkness catches every last request, and discards them like an empty gum wraper.
Hovering next to the black void not able to move your head.
Like a vice it holds you there.
Like a paient being strapped down to the bed of a sych ward.
And in the midst of it all I relize, Ive wasted my life.