Ending the way it begins
You are alone
Passing through the arches of existence
Struggling to find what it means
Time, is infinite
We are but fragments, miniscule to time
No reason, or purpose, just suffering
Your weakened soul begging for mercy
We have been given the ultimate life sentence
To wast away, until ash
The wind speaks volumes of stories
Of triumph and defeat
Time is wisdom and pain
Each breath lost in it's surroundings
This is the end
Inhale it's glory, feel it's remorse