The grave welcomes you with open arms.. Last light escapes, last breath remains.. Circling the body,. Brushing past the skin and bone,. It cradles you, your holy manger..
Everything ends, at least that's what we hope for.. Plagued by our past and we're doomed to repeat ourselves.. Afraid of the thoughts that dance in revolutions, and circle the mind like a snare: Binding me, I'm just trying to feel something..