Funeral Photography

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