Incineration

##### Incineration (Short song about searching for what is gone)

A cold night stealing the warmth inside of me
A river separating from the ocean engulfed never to be seen
A pack of wolves trying to hunt the bull
These thoughts never left the cage that is made from truth

Standing in the home of incineration
Finding what it means
The process attracts me to the very core of it
Oh! Why is the end so inevitable to be seen

I open the doors to find the happiness around
And there you lie wrapped in white, cold with no sound
With no emotions, I ask myself to remain stable
The wrath of a tornado rips apart every inch to make me disabled

Standing in the home of incineration
Finding what it’s like to be
The dry tears flowing down like a stream
The truth tells me, I’ll always crawl on my knees

Image by Suhas Rawool (user_id: suhasrawool) from Pixabay 

Synopsis: A short song about searching for what is gone