Buried

On a hot summer night, alone in the woods,
Someone lay that body down.
The torment of ages gone from that soul,
He returned to the earth he was bound to.
Alone in the earth, the soil and dirt,
and the comfort that ensued,
Were more than enough to lull
The soul from that which it had pursued.
The cool of the dirt and loss of the pain,
Sweet sensual bliss in the earth.
He wiggled around, not making a sound
And content to be blind in the comfort he found,
The earth in his fluids and air pockets now.
Overwhelming Euphoria, ecstasy bound,
Knowing he's ecstasy bound.