Layed peacefully on a firm bed,
you unknowingly took your last
raspy breaths in this polluted place.
Your vital life already escaped;
gone like the passion from a man
who has been beaten by his own existence.
And now… here I am…
To prepare your spiritless body for
the stony-hearted undertakers;
with their guts made of steel.
I timidly reach for your
Strangely stiff frame and touch it…
A terrible cold escapes from the confines
of your leathery skin and eerily enters
my body, my psyche, and my sanity.
My senses raged,
begging me to cease this terrible task.
Yet I gallantly continued onwards,
swearing within my upsetted soul
to never repeat this atrocious activity again.