Male - 23 Years Old
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.