It's too vivid for a dream
I saw my death, walking cold
Upon my grave, beneath the fold.
I haven't yet seen the best of me;
Now, my emotions have gone gray,
And doubt is all that's left to say.

I live in rhythm, seeking redemption,
Knowledge, and freedom from this mortal tension.
Is death the end, or does it start
The journey to cultivate the immortality
I hold no thread to reality
For now, I am dead, yet I still see me.

Will my memories remain or fade,
As I walk the line 'twixt light and shade?
Between life and death,
Wondering what lies ahead.