Cold as the coldest breath-
you to me.
eyes,
twin orbs,
coal.

Hair,
brittle
dry
dust.

Skin-
peeling,
falling.
Maggots feast-
within.
Always
there.

Empty space,
still
empty.

Yet,
I rejoice,
celebrate and toast.

To you,
the dead.
I care not,
for your
peaceful slumber.

I sleep well.

You,
dead to me.
No mourning-
no
more
tears.

Pulling
the
plug-
I smile.