Sepulcher

When I behold myself, I go to the river Within the dark waters, an old friend; death lingers Rage, ruin, decay, isolation Your image in me blemished, my body void of life Flesh is hostile, no submission. The Spirit will cut like a knife Dead to self, forgotten dreams, favored wishes, vain ambitions Abandon yourself, in death rediscover yourself. A life deprived, is a life obtained Mind restored, transposed vision, a monument in crucifixion