Last night, I dreamt about dying
My body never felt so cold.
I saw myself lying down, being washed by gentle hands.
I was in a box, and my family was crying, singing, asking god to forgive me for my sins, hoping it would be enough to save me, or enough to erase the fact it was them, the fact that they put me there.
I felt a strange peace, for the first time my heart was quiet.
It wasn't calling your name.
That's how I knew I was really dead.
