Sharp pins and needles
My arm has fallen asleep
I rub, forcefully
But there is still a poking
...
A flowing river
A fast current
Sweeping me away
No end in sight
...
Death is a cloud, so far away
At first you think that it could never hurt you.
But it suddenly turns gray.
A bitter, ominous gray.
...
I came upon a mangled tree.
I thought and feared it came to me
Through the forest deep and dark
A journey on which no one'd embark
...
Long the ship will sail
Burdened with falsehood
In the end, will truth prevail?
...
Death
You are the reaper of souls
The black shadow of the lost
The absence of life, of light
...
Oh, History
You assist us
You tell us what to do, and what to avoid
What to repeat, and what to leave be
...
I do not know, should I sustain
All the thoughts inside my brain?
Or should I instead abstain
From all the darkness, all the pain?
...
Alone
In a room
A room of no organization
The room of my mind
...