Death

Sleeping with mud under the flowers
First and last time someone is doing prayers
I am celebrating my demise over and over
Counting my last sigh slower and slower
I heard someone telling I will pray for her
He is the only one who always curse
I literally cried when I was alive
But now I am jovial with my loss of life
In this fake world people gathering around me
Shedding there fraud tears but inside they are happy.