Eternal Rest

I'm at the threshold The wind touches my skin It's cold and cuts like metal The fog blurs my vision I smell the humidity of the earth I have to cross the path If I fall, I'll get lost in the abyss My voice trembles, I feel afraid Maybe my mistakes will rebel I hear the walk of a small animal I follow its sound, It seems to guide me My skin feels cold and soft But the wind cuts me, it fills my skin This desert breaks my spirit Skulls and bones are under my feet I see a mountain in the distance It's black, full of sharp rocks I must climb, my feet and hands are just bones The pain is agonizing I hear a sad lament I feel like an animal is tearing me apart The sun of us path If I fall, I'll get lost in the abyss My voice trembles, I feel afraid I have almost no skin I have some organs left Some were torn out Others pierced I am only bones and spirit My soul wanders here I feel the sadness of those who accompany me I know this is the end It has come to the end of everything I smell the flowers and nectar of the trees It smells like smoke and blood It is warm and cold at the same time Now I can rest