alex

your lifeless

the only thing keeping your cold body warm is the blanket covering you

all faces are hung low

to only seem as there starring at where he will be soon

as the cross tells us we should be looking up

see him leave

i cant shake it

upon the news a life was born,

to see teh faces of life and death

there is no such thing

in deaths face life is born

within it souls pass on

to nor heaven of hell

but to another

now 
he may warm  new life