Death Becomes

It's cold now, it's been cold for a while. I don't know when it started, and maybe it never started... it just happened. I was waiting... a long time for someone. I can't even remember a name, what is that name? Where did I come to? It's really dark. It's really, really dark. Are my eyes open? I'm not sure anymore. I'm not sure of anything anymore. Who am I? Where am I? Somebody, please, anybody help me! Help me!

M,
Meet me down in the garden shed.
R.