Dimmed in thoughts
Sorrowful as hell
We die forgetting the oath we sworn
The mountains we climbed
The dreams,hope and aspirations
all these goes deep into the well of forgetfulness

When we die our body rest in soil
but where does the soul and spirit goes?
Of course nobody knows not even the astrologers
Our memories lies in the sands of time
Some evergreen,some are like the darkest part of the night

Buried under the oak tree
we lay lifeless,deep in sleep enough to forget our loved ones
No impulses,no feels just there cold as snow
If there is life after death we will surely meet at twilight!
~MMB