Rose Cottage In Rainbows End Poem by enne aig

Rose cottage in rainbows end
Filled with cold slides of empty cases
Mostly in unassuming long buildings
Hardly visualized by many as a place


The house where the dead sleeps
Cool quiet abode with rolls of people
Not minding the position they are placed
Not minding how they are laced
Speechless, stiff, fixed and drained

Life is but a beginning and an end
No matter how you choose to think
First, you live, next, you die
Better die to sin and live in death