sedate then cremate

In memory of death walk upon down the shallow valley of darkness of my eyes. In this moment make me cold and stiff as my bones what are dead...again, so sedate and cremate me and when I say stop then poor the gasoline over my attire and call it ash. What stimulant can make me so dead that I'm alive. There will be bitter sweet pain for burning me but not for me can't you see this high is making me so low.