DREAM OF THE DEAD

I like this place,
I like it here.
There's peace all around,
Serenity; far and near.

I wish I'd have been here,
Living here all my life.
It's a quite neighborhood,
Without any conflict, war or strife.

It's a the land of the quite,
The land of the dead.
Here, the breakfast is served with
Butter of peace on the silent bread.

They say you don't feel,
No feeling in this condition.
But i feel good to be dead,
a sense of content and satisfaction.

Satisfied to complete the life cycle,
Now, no more anger or pain.
And off went my alarm clock,
Damn! That bloody world again.