R.I.P.

R.I.P
By: Jayson N. Maximo

If I will die
I will ask darkness
To cover me up and wrapped with loathsomeness.

In an open land, I will lie beneath
I will seal myself with great grief
So that I could not hear what they insist.

I will wait until I decay,
Until my body becomes clay,
Until worms eat me and slay.

For I know I will never be your best
And I will always fail your test
So I just lie down because to die is to rest.