when, one day, i am led to distant shores,

from lands of barren grey to hell’s delight,

i ponder whether i’ll be you or yours;

i cry that i can’t see, though it is night.

 

if Death should take me by his lifeless hand,

i fear that everything will look the same.

i fail to trust this world in which i stand,

but i shall be his boy to set aflame.

 

how shall i know when i have crossed the line?

when i am far too gone and far below?

eternal sleep, its claim, hard to define

but by the love of darkness, apropos.

 

reality, elusive, can be found

when i am trapped by fate and by Death bound.