The air is still!,
slow.
Waste, waste, goodbye
tomorrow
With the breath of
death
There is still that
last swallow
It's warm and cold
and damp then dry
There is a ground and
lonely sky
The rain drips like
icy dew
And then the walls
cry
No Hate No Pain No
Love No Joy
A perfect world, no
dead things to topple
All eyes on me...
Experience life in a bottle
Miss Anything?