the razored edge of grims blade calls to me,
curious remnants pass through my mind,
one half anticiapation one half need,
with out sorrow nor even a sliver of fear,
a welcoming unlike any other,
no obligations, no possessions, no more problems,
a silence eternal, a dream beyond all dreams,
a place where my voice doesn't matter if it's heard or not,
time becomes my relief forever.
