The ticking engine
Quiet and cool breeze...

A gentle wisp
A quiet touch...

The burn of the cool blade
Across the heated skin...

Drip Drip
The poison begins to swell...

The darkness closing in
The tears of the next of kin...

Where to start?
Where to start indeed...

There is this thing in life
That touches everyone...

Death bird cawing
Darkened wings fluttering...

The voices chanting
Echoing from the bottle...

The glimmering of the light
On the myriad of crystals...

You come alongside them
Lift them to their feet...

Tell me why
The soul shouts with joy...