I’m pulling the weight of time
The rope scarves my skin
A coffin filled with mine
My deepest fears within

A black worn wooden box
My scourge, my grudge, my fall
Stuck between cold rocks
I creep towards rugged walls

I cross mountains scratching the sky
The coffin’s weight I seem to die
My feet turn black the cold within
So hard to breathe the air is thin

Dead forests on the other side
A bold slope beneath the clouds
Regret, hate, sorrow inside
My buried feels I scream out loud

As the rain begins to fall
The coffin pulls me down the slope
My blood feeds the rope and soil
The world turns black the end of hope

Hard awakening shivering limbs
My whole body distorted with pain
I move on towards the deep
The path ends I cry in vain

I push the coffin into the sea
I hope to drown the burden in me
I raise my head fall on my knees
Hope arising to be set free

As I knee on the bleak grey coast
The coffin’s rope embraces my bones
My buried feels all I fear most
We sink down as fast as stones

End of light end of mine
My lungs filled with water of fright
I close my eyes for the last time
The coffin opens and pulls me inside

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