I am a sand clock in this passing life;
With every fallen sand grain is a drop of my heart beat

My breaths cease with yours as your grain passes through my hourglass

Yes, we are made of dust ..
And your grains of sand make me whole ..
A galactic dusty soul I am ..  carrying a universe that in a way is finitely endless

We fight as we unawarely head towards that narrow neck of a death bed
Grain, we seep through and fall onto the deathly base of the hourglass
It's where time sits still, frozen, looking up onto other falling sand grains in the repetition movements of hatred, anger and destruct

And my soul fails to stay awake as my organs of dust fall away ...

A breath of me dies with you
A blink of my sight grows weaker
A tear from eyes drops heavily into a mud puddle of my endless cries ..

As each one of you fades .. so do I