A bed of stone
To wake upon
To a world long dead
May this sight strike me blind
Lest I envy the dead
Let my bones melt to earth
To cease and forget
In brittled cloth
A grave of rock
Above the world's remains
[Qorban:]
"I broke the surface of a lifetime of sleep
Or so I felt. For minutes I couldn't will my aching bones to move
To rise from my bed of stone, or my gaze to bend from the tomb of rock above me
I willed my body over the edge and crushed to the floor below
Through a mist of pain I started to see: I was imprisoned
A forboding fright dawned in me, as I slowly struggled to free myself from my own grave
It seemed my limbs would burst before I was free
But finally at the very end of my strength I could see the world beyond
And to my horror - It was no more!"
I have lost to sleep
Man's final days
Now to awake
Just to be tortured by grief
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