With soil we were made,
with death we are to suffocate
alone in the roots of this earth.

Slowly our loved one's
will slowly forget;
Our names on their lips will  soon fade
the memories we created with them-
will soon be replaced.

Behind that light door,
we will faces our demons alone,
we will burn until we evaporate
into the sins we made.

I don't know
but I'm some how-
not ready to die....
I'm scared..