Oh the coldness
Gripping my throat
Testing, Testing
What I am
As
A
Human
Testing my ability
through struggle clear
Death, a cold light, and end
Feared...
But is it not destiny
That hast led us to this place?
Is It not being born that
Gave Us this opportunity?
Is it not the last goal of each man?
Live and Die
Is it not merely nature
So why is this cold
Why so feared
why so beyond us when the end is here
Do we Not expect it?
Have we not heard of it from birth
Isn't One of the few
FEW
things that are clear
It is not cold
This venture on
It warms me in its embrace
though i owe Death nothing
He give me what was promised
He gives me what I need
Though I am nothing but
A
Cold
Human
to him, he holds me
and takes me on a passage
To There
