This Cold Funeral - Sickening Horror

As i watch the darkest pages of what seems

To be the so-called diary of my mind’s reflections

The only relief is i’m turning breathless

To walk by the seashore of self-rejection

This cold funeral — revel inside

My cold funeral — vanishing light

Sudden loss of something i never owned

But still consider it as one of my personal belongings

Obliged to welcome the strange guest i’ve always disliked

In this feast of illusions

This cold funeral — revel inside

My cold funeral — vanishing light

Conceive the ending

Conceive the potential of nothingness

Everything’s said and everything’s wasted

It’s like a virus, can you feel this?

Everything’s been incinerated

It’s something absent, you can’t kill this

Everything tastes like desparate dreaming

You’re left outside a frame that’s bleeding

Everything’s more than anything counted

You’re shallow inside to conceive it

Finally i understand the poem which seemed to me weird

Everything’s said and wasted and everything’s wasted

It’s like a virus, can you feel this?

Everything’s been incinerated

It’s something absent, you can’t kill this

It’s like a virus, it’s something abscent

You’re shallow inside to conceive it