This Cold Funeral

As I watch the darkest pages of what seemsto be the so-called diary of my mind's reflectionsthe only relief is I'm turning breathlessto walk by the seashore of self-rejectionThis cold funeral - Revel insideMy cold funeral - Vanishing lightSudden loss of something I never ownedbut still consider it as one of my personal belongingsObliged to welcome the strange guest I've always dislikedin this feast of illusionsThis cold funeral - Revel insideMy cold funeral - Vanishing lightConceive the endingConceive the potential of nothingnessEverything's said and everything's wastedIt's like a virus, can you feel this?Everything's been incineratedIt's something absent, you can't kill thisEverything tastes like desparate dreamingYou're left outside a frame that's bleedingEverything's more than anything countedYou're shallow inside to conceive itFinally I understand the poem which seemed to me weirdEverything's said and wasted and everything's wastedIt's like a virus, can you feel this?Everything's been incineratedIt's something absent, you can't kill thisIt's like a virus, it's something abscentYou're shallow inside to conceive it