Soft orange crisp wind
The feeling of immortal loss
The shallow grave lifting the dirt from under
is all the crowd sees
But the gloomy dark cloak beside us
looks me in the eyes and says, “Are you scared?
The invisible bodies among us slowly depart
And all I will ever know is the immediate loss of eternity
As the shallow grave engulfs me
Slowly tugging me in
Gloom is all I will ever see
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