A dark place awaits, where I wish to take this skin and bones.
I take long astral walks, to replace this skin and bones.
Summer bird sings,"She will go with her skin.
It's song brings me comfort, not the truth that it is uttering.

The sky above becokons, "Come with your skin and bones."
The earth pulls me down, "This is where they belong."
I loath myself, as I loath these skin and bones.
Divided,I stand in the horizon, along with the summer bird's song.