Dear Undertaker,

Please Sir,

See that I 

Am unfit for burial

Please Sir,

Look past my blue lips,

Gaze into my clouded eyes.

Find that I am still alive.

Please Sir,

I beg of you,

Warm these cold-as-clay hands

Ignore my lack of heartbeat!

Find that i am still alive.

Please Sir,

Do not place me in a wooden box!

I may not talk,

May not breathe,

My heart may not beat,

I may not bleed.

But please Sir,

I am very much, still alive.

Please Sir,

I may not be like you,

My heart gone still,

But I am yet to die.

So release my clay-cold hands,

Remove me from this box!

This corpse has yet to die.