Complete and total paralysis

Attaching to things we'll never miss

Where we live is this

A rotting casket scaled with a kiss

Devour each day, the only way

In the blink of an eye

It can be stolen away

Counting every second winding down

Like days in the heart of hell

Where all the dead wishes go

And the unloved and placeless dwell

Grins and poses

Every photo of the living funeral photography

It won't be me

We (?) the living

One chance to do what you must

This is our one time around

Ashes to ashes, dust to dust