Sweet Death

I still remember that one night,
When I had that strangest dream.
It wasn't heavy and dark like the most of them are;
It was beautiful and light.
In that dream my life wasn't what it seems.
I watched in confusion those birds fly.
Wasn't I lost in the surreal daylight,
That beaming sun that shined so bright?

The grass was too vivid and green,
Touching and tickling my hurt and abused feet.
When was that grass going to burn me,
Scar my soon healing skin?
I had a pair of eyes that were untouched; innocent.
With those eyes I could see,
New colours and shapes.
I had a heart that could actually feel.
I was only afraid that soon it would brake.
Dreams don't last,
They aren't real.

This time I just didn't wake up.
I couldn't live that dream, either.
I am sitting on a different, green field.
Oh, sweet death!
You came and chose me.