It feels so cold down here... from my slumber I awake a slow return to consciousness eyes can not penetrate the darkness / Thoughts racing through my head am I alive or dead / Reality or dream no I can not move I have passed mortality I must face the truth / Remembrance slowly dies as final sleep enters my mind from this graceful place of bliss I drift into the everlasting state of peace / And nothing does remain as I am one with nothingness forgotten in the maze of time and again I'm meaningless never to be born again dead forever I will be and my mortal shell decays on this blessed cemetery.