It drowns me
This pure pain of yours
Purer than the purest element
Elemental beings we die
Death, the sweetest of sacrements
We ascend
My spirit and I
To an unknown world
Of dirt and ashes
It is the latter which holds patience
I wait, the pain eduring
I endure the nightmare
My dream grows empty
My heart, it dies
My brain, it ceases to exist
The ceaseless future burns on
I fade into the ashes
The wind picks up
And I float into the sea
I am no more.
- Elizabeth Laycak