one day i will die on a silent hill surrounded by tombstones
sitting undisturbed until the earth takes me back once again
the sun will set and the seasons will change and the years will pass
flowers will sprout where I once decomposed
I will be free from this vessel of flesh
free to float among the stars as my soul scatters into a million pieces
but I will return to this world again
placed inside a new form
repeating a new life
experiencing a new death
each leaving its mark on my being
yet I can only dream of ascension