Ah, but you did succeed
There in your darkened deed
With your great hands of death
Stealing, My last, dry breath
And without a single uttered sound
Laying me in cold ground
Should I give Thee praise
For the shortening of my days?
Should I thank thee kindly,
For your acting so blindly?
The earth speaks as it consumes
And at the very least I'm given lovely tomb
A shining death shroud
Ah, are you proud?!
Do you remember me With the wind
My darling, murderous friend?
This silken shroud, my death dress
You didn't forget the scarlet "A" upon my breast
The earth won't quiet,
and I shall never rest~A

Time,
We view this intangible thing
As linear
But I believe
That somewhere
I'm still a child
And all that has been
Is
All that will be
Is
Eternal Recurrence
I believe
That these things
These forces,
The very forces that turn the earth,
Are the same forces
Which turn our hearts
Binding our souls
Every soul
Existing all at once
We
Live
Love
Die
We

Are

From the last scribble
To the last scrawl

The last storm which lasts
Beyond the last hope in all

Like a lasting song
Or the last lengthy drawl

Let the artist draw last
What is meant to be drawn