Suffocation

He got buried six feet under No eyes to see the thunder He has no heart to feel sorry He has no soul to feel any worry He simply is and is all there will be He would want a will but would fail a feeling of ease He got buried six feet under rock and stones Did his killer feel remorse? Did they see his bones? Either way it wouldn’t matter, for he simply wouldn’t know Even if he knew anything at all, he would know only death For that’s what we all think when we take our last breath