I wrote this poem because my mind was stuck on the subject of the dead, and I thought to myself, "What if we retain a form of consciousness for a time after we die?" So I wrote this from the perspective of a dead man or woman, and as if death was pain until we decayed.

Dead I lay,

And so they pray,

That I’ll ascend this day,

I just hope they don’t delay,

My silent Decay.

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