Hand Out Thought Of The Dead

You feel a nearless of death
The shadow of dead ask
If you prepared to die
Love which emit of him is irresistible
And that´s why you follow to him

Recollection on life is distanting
You fall to the endless dark
Your eyes are open but they don´t see
The cool touch of death

People as if hovering
You know all but every is dead
Body don´t belong to you, it´s stranger
Earth absorb it as many before