The Day they Buried Me

I sit and watch as they lower me
into the ground so happily.
As I observe, I begin to see
that I wished them to feel the pain I feel.

Then they will know and laugh at me no more.
I am of the damned.
At that thought, my heart becomes sore.
No longer do I wish to see them.

That night I whisper to them as they sleep
"Farewell till when we next shall meet.
Please, your memories of me, do keep."
As I fade away, they awake to face a new day.