These cold hands are stuggling
Can't get warm if anything
I try and try again
Only to get colder than
The heart of this dead body walking
I can't resist the coughing
I crouch to cough crawling closer got caught in cramp coffin in conclusion
This cold body finally met its rest
Warmth wraped in black clothes mourn
Under the evening sky's darken storm
"We can only imagine what he saw last"
The bone hands holding the holiest of holy book exhaled
"But I am sure he has found light"
The light at the end of the tunnel