Cadavers

I walked my carcass down the road and waited by the sign, 

I climbed upon a metal stretcher following an unseen line,

Along the way it stopped and stopped, collecting other souls,
Cadavers of those who once were living, who once pursued their goals,

I shambled off this wretched gurney, said "Thanks" without a thought,
Words that are always met with silence and nothing more is sought,

I gandered as I walked and saw the gravestones passing by, I saw the multi-storey coffins littering the sky,

Storage for the dead and gone, a place to hide the corpses, "death" for those who've lost their dreams is naught but rigor mortis.