“We are things that labor under the illusion of having a self; an accretion of sensory, experience and feeling, programmed with total assurance that we are each somebody, when in fact everybody is nobody.”
Down into the white
Let the weight drag you in
Sweet void calling my name
For you, only for you
And only for you
Now lay still
We came a long damned way
To bury it all
Veiled in frost
How I long to hear
The sound of wind as I take
My final step
Lay still
We came a long damned way
To bury it all
Veiled in frost
How I long to feel
The slowing beat as I draw
My final breath
Into white
I give myself to you