A thousand echoed through this realm,

the dungeon we crawled and felt as gravity pulled into the sand,

submerge the words of worth and let my death be glorified,

chapter divided into another book, another song, another look,

fighting against the mind that perceives me, the ankor in my mind as i try to set the human deep within me,

against the tides of night,

against the tides of life,

twisted into a single star,

The semblance of a tribe that smiles in the dark, alone and far from those with discarded hearts,

this is goodbye to a vibrant Man, man was never meant to sustain his hands,