Subliminal

Helium filled balloons Rose above the weary Casket impaled with in The crevice onlooker’s teary Dressed in black No one bright Send off to the dead No dry eye in sight There is always A story to be told Car crash death Young or old Sickness and disease All ends the same Heart stops beating Soul loss is to blame Adieu to the dead Whatever path they take Nothing is set in stone except An epitaph for the livings’ sake