Dead — Kari Rueslatten

The emptiness approaches winding down the path knows the direction it has been here before

I can feel it lay down to slumber This time it will stay a while Not even a straw of hope is spared for me to cling to

I have searched through endless nights with the bare moon as my guiding light to find someone of my own kind

Am I doomed to walk my path in solitude

My blood freezes red turns to black this is dead this is me

In earth I find quietness which I so long hath seeked