I see bodies all in rust
See the beauty turn to dust

Dissolve and frown

Rot into the ground

Loved, once mattered

Only to disappear within a fragment

One spark that gave it life

That shine to make it right

That break to change the spell

And take the breath that dwell

Beside her greasy hair your fingers used to trace

The fingers that shall miss and kiss the skin after it swell

But be not sorry 

Be not sad

Its not yours nor anyones bad

For you and yours and hers shall join

In an eternal mess with flesh and loin

Though not in heaven, an ever ending haze

You will unite in dreams

Of once existing blaze

Such a blessed feeling to be, to feel, in days

That lingered and flew over a mystic craze

Of stars and dust floating with a story

A story to tell of greatness and glory

And dust that shall return to flesh

Of eternity; rusted, weak and weary