Laying in the bed so still,
Not feeling my body,
Still breathing...slowly,
Thinking of what should of been,
Just thinking of nothing,
Trying to get my soul away from my body...one interference,
The same music playing over and over in my head,
That's why I can't leave my body,
Then another instance my bones are branches and my flesh are leaves,
I could imagine someone stepping on those branches and leaves making lots of noise....but not noticing me,
It felt nice not being able to feel my body....just feel nothing and think.
-Paul Furlong