Never ending drifting through the world of the
Living
Simply drifting nothing more
As though death himself has taken refuge upon
My shoulder
Whispering sweet nothings to me
Promising pain nor pleasure, save sweet bliss
Of nothingness
Only to be free in the state
Of mind that crowds
Me
Soon my life will end in a flash of quick
Motions and songs
Sirens of the sea will
Devour
My physical being until my soul
Is left
Floating with no where to go
Soon my spirit will have no where to
Go but deaths awaiting
Arms
Then I will no longer be drifting in the
Sea
Of human flesh I will be an Immortal
Again
Living the undead life only an Immortal
May be
Able to live
Death has taken me into his
Arms
Still his warm breath engulfs me
As I dream about his
Promises…..