Coffin

 

 

 

Coffin

 

 

 

The shiny glacial finish,

 

 

Is varnished to a type of perfection.

 

 

Its golden handles of sturdiness are adorned with precise infliction.

 

 

Its colour is the shade of cream and peach.

 

 

Its delicacy is humble yet rich,

 

 

Lined with a soft and exquisite material, hand stitched.

 

 

Billowy softness and timeless elegance,

 

 

Time is eternal, this casket is not.

 

 

Pillows set in place for comfort in this never ending rest.

 

 

Eyes that are blinded now shall never see it to be pleased or to detest.

 

 

And a body lies here with its icy skin.

 

 

Veins left lifeless are now paper thin.

 

 

Beads of sweat appear, defrosting swiftly, water now leaves the pores.

 

 

Discoloured from halted decomposition, you are swollen to the core.

 

 

Your lavish gown matches your new home.

 

 

No other earthly possessions you carry, you are truly alone.

 

 

Your make up is fading.

 

 

Your wrinkles are now clear.

 

 

You look so different you seem so old in this your forty seventh year.

 

 

You cannot see this travesty you cannot see your crooked hair.

 

Be thankful that your casket is one of beauty, though temporary.

 

 

 

It will fade like you did in its own special way.

 

Nothing now is permanent,

 

Just your bones, your death and your decay.

 

Reviews

[Nykkiicia Cion]

how morbid u are! i like the last two lines...deep.