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| Sit here and walk alone Experience what I never wanted to Lasting but not long That's why I sit here and recite my songs And although I never wanted this I know this is what I want now This sad song of which I recite Wasting away my day and night And now I'm past the point of melancholy And now I'm past the point of folly With my return, I will laugh it off With my demise, I will laugh it off And with each skin shed I remain shadow And with each bloodshed I remain shallow The midnight laughs it right into fade The midnight laughs right in my face In finest dream, I awake But the greatest happens in mysterious ways The night shower is throwing it's fit And darkest moon has finally hit With my last chance to shine Risk it now or stay behind The night shower is calling to be With my last chance is calling me As I sit there I ponder Follow death, or continue to wander |
| The desert rings on which I wander, bear the signature of a life shattering event. The lightning strike once in a thousands years. And rain soak my fear away, but I quiver at the thought of my wandering. The last choice, the one I have been trying to make for all my life. The choice of which I did not know, until now. It has finally arrived, and I know that going back to what I have learned, this deep thought in which I gained, the fear of demise, and all I've known, I have to admit, I appreciate my gain. But all that's behind me now, as is my childhood. And my final breath re-gained, and my final sight, re-gained, and my final memory remains. I'll leave the area, and go back to where it all began. I will travel to that cave and see what I had seen that day. And the last of my worries will fade away as if the rain carried them. |
| THE UNKNOWN TAKES A CHILLING CONCLUSION IN THE NEXT ISSUE |