When I Will Die

When I will die and live no more My eyes will dim in dreary shade And my blood will freeze within Shrinking skin, flesh, dry bones. My kin, my friends will shed tears. Few drops of that salty, salty water Will flood my desert-like dry face. Still I will not respond, I cannot. My corpse will lie deep, deep down In windowless muddy, muddy room. They will eat me up slowly, slowly. Still I will not respond, I cannot. When I will die and live no more My heart will feel no, no longer. Then I will go, know, understand That Living is as hard as Dying.