It must feel so good...
To lie low in the grave, soft and safe,
To have no past, no future, no hope, no dreams,
To do nothing, to be nothing
Just a name on a piece of stone "
A pile of crumbling bones.
Death must be beautiful...
The inevitable, the ultimate end, the only comfort
To sleep eternally...
With no love, no sorrow, no happiness, no pain
Just everlasting peace...
Bliss....
Yes. Death is beautiful.
To lie low in the soft brown earth
Where no rays of sunny life reach.
To do nothing, to be nothing, just
To cease to exist.