Gates To The Slumbering Depths

Swept through the familiar lands of passing Through this lethal sense of death's coldness I'm standing above the place Where breath shall perish All is complete The circle ends At my own will It's closing in Right in my hands In my innermost Tranquillity descends Over the borders of structures I'm falling into dissolution Nothingness and completion A deathly shroud covers, descends Tides of unconsciousness Draw me in their roaring pulse The depths of fathomless waters Of the untouched, black vastness Of the dreaming breathless Pain had never existed in this form These very last motions arise Nothing of these dimensions Nothing ties [Dedicated to G. (1984-2011)]