Your Grave

Your Grave-Noah Holden As you lay in the ground peacefully in your rest, You lay lifelessly in your coffin no heart beating within your chest, Just laying their cold, stiff, dead and alone, Insects are eating at your flesh all the way to the bone, Your coffin surrounded by nothing, but dirt and mud, Fixed up, dressed in all black embalming fluid replaces your blood, Your soul departs from your body and exceeds beyond the skies, Your friends and family gather around your coffin to say their good byes, You’ll be loaded into a hurse once your coffin is closed and sealed, You’ll be lowered into a hole which will be dirt filled, You’ll be in your black suit, black tie with your black socks, You’ll be rotting forever inside of your box.