In the stillness of cessation
The estranged wounded spirit begins to suffocate in silence
Rebellion against the soul's own light
The breath has already accepted its final immersion
The last quiet cloud of moments—Beautiful yet blood-draining
The soul sinks into the inner void

On an echo-less path
Darkness devoured in the heart’s endless depth

Venomous nectar swings between consciousness and soul
Spirit bathes in the heavens, cloaked in a fading shadow
Merges into the fragrant breeze of a gentle wind
Embracing womb deep within the heart, silence, silence, silence....