Fog, Pt. II

Upon the hills on a rainy morning

Withered like leaves on a freezing winter

Shrouded in fog, lying on the soil

Left alone, lifeless

Pale skin on a scarred body

The soul left its prison of flesh

Taken away by the cold breeze

Windblown, undressed

The mind wanders here and there

Running from what's surrounding us

And no sun shall bring it back

Gone, remorseless

Upon the hills the body's dying

Withered like leaves, life is shattered

Shrouded in fog, lying in the void

Peaceful in emptiness