I want the sun to burn away my skin,
The insects and animals to eat away my muscles and insides,
The sea to wash away my ashes and bones,
Moss gathers on my bones and fish eating my bones away.
Burning my skin away will hurt,
But it'll go away.
The insects and animals eating me away will hurt,
But it'll go away.
My bones and ashes will relax and heal,
But my bones getting eaten away will leave my soul unrestless and in pain forever.
