Selected Thoughts From Dying Minds

So far from home

Nothing is coherent anymore

I miss those days, long gone away

We saw a calm, black sea

Back to the earliest roots

Almost nothing left in this cold abyss

Time's withered grip

The great abyss of faint memories

Gone away

Corner of the mind, something dies

Cold abyss, nothing left

Mangled and broken, pitiful mind

Patiently waiting and watching the hours melt

Awaiting nil

Bliss shines through the close end

The bottom line