Unsacred Memorial

Digging this terrain Moss dew on my bare feet... The ache is still hovering But I inhale it's tragedy Transform its dormant air Into something beautiful The hole is at its best Perfect size and well in disguise No one will stumble Across this perfected tomb No condolences or sorrow This was inevitable, necessary Perhaps the carcass Feels the same Haunting me is the sight of the your deeds And not of your death Even though the area is peaceful Your after-life will be forever torture