She is running
She is running from the death
She is running from the unavoidable
From the dirt
Trying to escape
From the unavoidable
All the time
All the death
Is it enormous
Or microscopic
Is it really just another system shutting down
Or is it a dying history
A dying memory
A dying life

I feel all that
Your touch
Your presence
Your breath
But can’t tell if it’s you I’m looking at

Hatry conquers the sea
In which is drowning thee
Them tiny pearls struggling a little
Trying to solve the final riddle