Some memories should be dead as they are like living corpse in mortal's bed

You are a cool cemetery.You have the sinner’s graveYou have the saint’s earthcollidingYou have all the bedsnarrow as a knife;as if a rally of tombstones to defend death.But you can’t really postponethe inauguration of my burial,can you?From the poem - Few Words to Cemetery

My body weeps to livewhen you make me believe that someday I will be deadsoul sleepless in graveyard's bed

Spring can still be felteven if you lay under the bedFrozen heart can meltin coldness when wintry love misled