I want my coffin to be constructed out of asphalt
I want to be surrounded by those delightful fumes for an eternity
Resting in the cold, hard, disgusting blackness
I would be so much happier
Encased in a cocoon of asphalt
My own personal shell

You could just pave me into the highway
It would save some space I suppose
And when the road inevitably cracks
You add another layer
Layer upon layer
Don't ever let them catch a glimpse

Another option would be to just make room for a small plot of asphalt in the forest
Peacefully surrounded by nature
Until my encasing would erode
And I would have to face my punishment
In a very vulnerable state

I cling to this wish
If I could, I would sing
Vocalize the glory and vanish
Encased in safety
Encased in comfort
Encased in my beautiful (s)hell of
asphalt

© pissprophet