Inside here are the unspoken words, the lifetime of regrets and unexpressed love.
As you enter my paradox, there is no escaping.
I’m a one way ticket to finality. No retreating from death.
All that is left is grief and pain, for I am a graveyard.
Here lies everyone; from innocent souls, to the worst sinners of mankind.
I am the distress to your damsel.
After all your time in this world, you are simply reduced to a headstone and a pit of dirt or discarded ashes.
This is simply the only universal housing, for all of mankind.