Cold upon their shoulders

There she goes,
Cold upon their shoulders.
Where she goes,
That I can not answer.

Sucked into the belly,
Of the crematory.
To be lost forever
Inside a vacuum of
Perpetual nothingness

Those years we idled away,
Too entangled in the
Importance of the now,
The regrets of the past
And Worries of the future.

Now they are no more than ash.
Or maybe theres no end.
Our weak and feeble frames
Are forced to march onward
On an everlasting
Pilgrimage into
Eternity and beyond.

There she goes,
Cold upon their shoulders.
Where she goes,
I don't want to know.