No need running.
Hiding through.
No escaping.
Face your brood.
Cries retangle, choke out the life in your heart.
Storms arising.
Electric flame.
Ravens flying.
You choose the same.
Prolong your torture.
The way they want you to play.
Around the next corner, there you will meet your last days.
Who's this facing?
World of fire.
All is burning, growing higher.
Day has come, the one that has never to see.
Take in your last breath, now I will take you with me.
In this after.
Emptiness.
Always nothing.
Consciousness.
Now that I have you right where I want you to be.
Giving you new breath.
Raven again flying free.
