behind the grave

Quiet and calm, closed off to the sound of smiles and laughter, their faces blew gloom, while their voices wailed alongside their teary eyes. Their facade could be fealt, the lies interwoven in their hearts, while the scavenged bad thoughts within their minds.

“In the bosom of the Lord, the faithful lay” the priest said, while he stood right before Mr Fernando’s laid up coffin, dressed in a red coloured vest, with bottle of water straddled up on his hands while he sprinkled portions upon the coffin.

A final goodbye it was, while the marched towards Mr Fernando’s body, having a last view of his laid up state. Red puffy eyes, and slow steps their pretence grew more intensely.

“He was good and kind” the mostly said, while Ismael had something else intended right deep within the walls of his heart.

Their lies had continued spilling, squishing the fabrics of his heart while he stared from afar in painful memory the damage such a man had caused in his