Thanatology

The cold hands were yours The stiff face was yours But you were not there The eyes were yours, but they were closed And would not open The rays of the distant sun were there The moon on the hills white shoulder The trip of death, into the unknown Silent and numb The human mind, a vast universe Dive into darkness Falling further down in despair The silent watcher of truth You have lost your battle once, the quest of man God given immortality Pain strikes, the horror in their eyes Rigor mortis, the death stiffness The trip of death into the unknown Silent and numb The human mind a vast universe Dive into darkness