As the boneless fingers clutch on to the memories. The corpse of solitude creates a relvation a new identity. Each snap and crack creates your own story. The dirt surrounds your soul. Dry and hollow until you decay into a million pieces. No light but darkness as you stare blankly up at your coffin. Buried deep into a world. That we have forgotten The memories of you and me beg to live But reality is your stuck in this make believe fairytale called Death.
