the eternal bed

it was not meant to be this way i was not meant to die this day and yet; death has taken me whole and covered up my battered soul i had hopes i had dreams but all is lost now or so it seems for how can you dream when you are dead and your body's carried to it's eternal bed still your soul can think and feel but none of the thoughts or feelings are real no longer can you smell the flowers in spring no longer can you hear the birds that sing the one you loved can by your hand not be touched love turns to pain pain is too much and so, you tear away from this world of living this world of hurt to rest eternally in your bed of dirt