Shadows form into figures within the fog;
Gibbering in an unknown tongue
I am watching, yet not afraid.
I hear them, but understand nothing.
I think they are here for me,
I am joyous;
There is an end in sight.
Now I await their chill touch upon my soul;
Draining life; eating pain.
When they are done I shall be free;
This mortal coil finally shed.
Dream of nothing but tomorrow;
Yet it shall be just like today,
Useless and full of sorrow.
