A Portrait of the Dying - When Nothing Remains

Affliction gain ascendant of the being

Weakness grow sinewy

Try to darn what will befall

And we will misfire

Bewildered of what will occur

We seek, the sinew

We all forgot

Dust to dust

Is what we are

An empty shell

Of a spirit in flight

Embrace our fate

Neglect humanity

To never return

Entomb the distress of life in soil

Deep in internal rooms

Sense the grief no more

And be free

Behold the last moment

Before w break, down

To ash

Dust to dust

Is what we are

An mpty shell

Of a spirit in flight

Embrace our fate

Neglect humanity

Withering away

To never return

What will become

Of the remaining sparks

A gap between bounds

Of die down souls

No more to see

No more to be

A portrait of the dying