These cold hands are stuggling 

Can't get warm if anything

I try and try again

Only to get colder than

The heart of this dead body walking

I can't resist the coughing

I crouch to cough crawling closer got caught in cramp coffin in conclusion 

This cold body finally met its rest

Warmth wraped in black clothes mourn

Under the evening sky's darken storm

"We can only imagine what he saw last"

The bone hands holding the holiest of holy book exhaled

"But I am sure he has found light"

The light at the end of the tunnel