Visions of that no mornings light ever will come. I'm to old now. The dark is so near, will I ever reach the land beyond This is where we go when we have to die. centuries ago, I tasted blood. Buried by time and dust. Many years has pasted since the funeral. Missing the blood of human throats so many years, ages ago. I must await, feel my bodies stench. Wanderings out of space. Wandering out of time. A world out of light, death at the end. Only silence can be heard, silence of peoples tears. No one knows my grave. Buried by time and dust.