I woke up dead
In a strangers bed
Made up just of red flowers
Not how I imagined my day

Overruled by emotions
I look down over my body
Laid out across a beautiful garden
On this grey foggy morning

It’s wet outside
But I’m like ice
When it’s cold
I harden

You could say I’ve lost my head
At least that’s what they said
When jokingly checking for my vitals
As it was nowhere to be seen

Rigor mortis sets in
Where do I begin
I don’t know
But this is where I end