Love this 💛
Follow the afterlife's carriage,
Down the winding roads and through each eerie passage,
A melancholy pilgrimage, weeps and prayers fill the air,
Solemn people on the mourners' trail, all with woeful stares,
They embrace the beauty of decay,
A beautiful, lamentable display,
In the final reveal, it's Myself they see confined,
It is me that they grieve for, and the life I've left behind.