Once I was dead, then I was wasn’t so sad. In my dream I lay, there I breathed my last. When I was dead thought to reviewed my past. In my dream I lie, dead in eternity so vast. I saw myself dead, no heart beat and without breath. In that dream I was embraced by sweet, sweet death. I thought this status without doubt to be the best. For I was dead, no hunger, no thirst. For I was dead, no mourning, no mirth. There I was dead. Though it was a dream. To be dead, oh what a great thing! The shame came when I awoke heart beating, alive. The feeling of despair following a need to survive. But I was dead! why take it I must know why?! To be dead had such life implied.