When I die, carry out my final wish.
Bury me beneath the soil, away from all of this.
The want for love, the need for her company.
Bury me far from it, when my breath has left me.
Never to be reminded of this terrible place,
We've called it home but it's really just empty space.

Edward Veilleux

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/final-wish-3/