I had them in my dreams often,
I loved them my heart apart
But when I died, I found myself in a coffin
With them lost in their lives, I laying apart.

That is truly an art,
Of loving beyond the life,
But when death touches your life
And your body starts to shake,
You start to remember that
“Thy art has gone”.

You forget the start, the end accompanies you.
Death laughs, you cry.
The sight makes you shiver
Increasing the fear
You can’t move, you can’t talk
You...