Cold coffin holds,
memories of
a life past lived now
wasting away. When
there is nothing
not even rotting wood
and bone, finally
forgotten by the
living only then
is death true.
Writer in San Francisco, CA
Writer in San Francisco, CA
Cold coffin holds,
memories of
a life past lived now
wasting away. When
there is nothing
not even rotting wood
and bone, finally
forgotten by the
living only then
is death true.