Thanatology

The cold hands were yoursThe stiff face was yoursBut you were not thereThe eyes were yours, but they were closedAnd would not openThe rays of the distant sun were thereThe moon on the hills white shoulderThe trip of death, into the unknownSilent and numbThe human mind, a vast universeDive into darknessFalling further down in despairThe silent watcher of truthYou have lost your battle once, the quest of manGod given immortalityPain strikes, the horror in their eyesRigor mortis, the death stiffnessThe trip of death into the unknownSilent and numbThe human mind a vast universeDive into darkness