The fear of what’s beyond and lies ahead breaks me
Looking down at her shallow grave
I listen for the earth’s beating heart aching, awaiting its call
Never more will the sun’s love touch my face
Or I feel the winds cotton touches.
Doubt and despair fill my mind like lighting fills the sky
Picked like the fruit off the stem, dying off this earth,
A disease to a marvel and mystery never to be solved
Ever after consumes my mind, patients out of reach
Lose of sight, space and time fear consumes my every move
A dejected suffering strangulating my dying days I am lost in time.
Satan’s mime on his payroll I remain paid in full until her dying day.