Visions of that no mornings

light ever will come. I'm to old now.

The dark is so near, will I ever reach the land beyond

This is where we go when we have to die.

I've been old since the birth of time. Time buried me in earth

centuries ago, I tasted blood.

Buried by time and dust.

Many years has pasted since the funeral.

Missing the blood of human throats

so many years, ages ago.

I must await, feel my bodies stench.

Wanderings out of space.

Wandering out of time.

A world out of light, death at the end.

Only silence can be heard, silence of peoples tears.

No one knows my grave.

Buried by time and dust.