Ending the way it begins You are alone Passing through the arches of existence Struggling to find what it means Time, is infinite We are but fragments, miniscule to time No reason, or purpose, just suffering Your weakened soul begging for mercy We have been given the ultimate life sentence To wast away, until ash The wind speaks volumes of stories Of triumph and defeat Time is wisdom and pain Each breath lost in it's surroundings This is the end Inhale it's glory, feel it's remorse
