Waking for the cold night air knows
Life and death life wood and stone hold
Past and future in fiber rock molds
With my eyes heavy comes the fear
I hear death like leaves rustling in the air
Where I lay today tomorrow all my years
Move towards the moment when I wear
Reaching the point where you have to breathe
One last time and say now i must go
And in the throws of death will i pray
Or say my mother's name
Today i feel it is a good thing to be no more
Think not of mankind or the stars
Seeing no heaven upon my living scars
I watch my eyes grow tired as the night fades
Exhale become nothing, no mind to want
Among the nothingness of space, I am drawn
and soon lose the power to know I lost at all
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