It gets quite ironical when coffin acts as self-arrest for someone.

Coffin: Self Arrest

Just hide me in anonymous Ash,
Make my presence into cage of absence;
Or plunge my breaths in cessation,
With bizarre frame of dejections;

Ages which bound ask us to unite.

Lost Soul: Alzheimer’s

Felt so lonely dumped into unwanted place,
Alzheimer’s was my companion at bridge of my old age;
I’m trying hard to take my soul back on track with me,
Even it’s terrible that no one is waiting for me on doorsteps;