[lfdfforever]

Graveyards that glow from the shine
of freshly fallen snow, were never known.
Till the river became a frozen road.
Where walked our dying moments all alone.
Towards their properly packenged home.
A coffin bed woven with white cloth and red velvet thread.
Below a funeral sermon cut into stone
That's never been read.
All attention to life is lost.
When we live to please the dead.

[RenaSurrenders]

i like it

[richardabol]

Nice job!

[lfdfforever]

thanks guys.

[randomrubbish]

Nice. I really like the line "when we live to please the dead."

[lfdfforever]

thank you.

[FeedMe]

Nice work

[lfdfforever]

Thank you.