The earth breathes life into your sleeping body.
The cold stillness of the stars luminating heat overhead.
You slumber, the death-like trance,
draining life from your empty soul.
Energy replacing the particles of dust you exhale -
in an attempt to articulate the pain you create, you exist in.
The world quiets and stills to decipher the sound of a single heart beat -
and she wonders if it is yours.
The simple echoing shrills coming from within the hallowed earth.
And the dirt falls on to your open grave.
