Deep in my grave I lie.
Surrounded by dirt and grime and my previous life.
Bones around me, above me, below me.
Souls gone, with darkness and the heavy weight of lies.
Underground in dirt like ice.
Frozen, forever; in time.
A constant pose I have to keep.
Death around me, piling up in heaps.
Flesh still clings to me, clings to my physical form.
My soul, however, is nothing except for dissolved ash.
Swept through the wind with dusty movements.
Determination dissolved, owning no life.
Dreams crushed, heart sliced.
Something grabs my hand, pulls me out of this state.
Air is thick with oxygen. I finally breathe.
While everyone around me is bone,
I am ash.
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