An Ode to the Loss of Life

... and as those last leaves decay And the soil turns hard The familiar sting of winter wind comes Freezing my skin, but warming my fading soul And as these flakes of snow fall That will soon become my tomb That beautiful cold numbs me Ending the punishment of feeling No one will ever read my epitaph That exists only within my mind And no tears will ever be shed To mourn this loss of life There will stand no monument That will serve to remember me I will have no eulogy And there will be none to weep for me I will lay there for eternity And my soul will ascend to the stars above There will be no effigy That shall be my legacy I will die isolated And become one with the universe There is no mortal soul That will ever recall me I will perish where I am And become a memory There will be only one witness To the end of my suffering And that is the grey sky That is above me And when that snow finally falls upon me And when that fortress is finally built around me And when the cold has finally frozen me And when my wretched soul has finally left me I will at long last be able to truly be free And leave behind my flesh and bones And at long last my curse will be lifted And I may venture to the stars for the last time This walk that I take Down this lonely winter road Will lead me to my burial grounds And to the place of my freedom My chains that bind me to this world will be undone And I will finally be free

And when the dreadful cold comes I shall lay there with my eyes closed As slowly my coffin is built around me Taking away the last bit of life Leaving only a memory beneath Of a tattered and torn soul Screaming silently For the end to finally come