it all seems like night even though it is day it has been like this since you passed away the pain of loss is more than i can handle a wooden box a cross and candles smoldering tissue on a jaw dropped down wrapped in velvet and your wedding gown in the shadow of your black coffin i see a feast for worms is all that we will be algor mortis holds you in icy hands black drapes whirl as he starts to dance livor mortis is caressing your skin leaving bluey shades on your bony chin i sit and watch but i cannot move feeling as rigid as a marbled statue like silver the tears run down my face to bless a corpse lying in silk and lace will you think of me when you are under ground a life in solitude and pain profound i cannot go on like this i need you close existence is torture it clearly shows cremation is the way to reunite the fire of the oven is burning bright i lie next to you and blow out the candles kiss your dead lips and press down the handle