Evocative presence imprisons my mind The glow recedes, the deadening cold sets in In this dismal place, lucidity I cannot find Consuming nothingness continues to writhe in The This undying horror of the past still calls By moonlit path in the forgotten hills Whispers crawl through my spirit as it it falls I close my eyes, I breath deep, the air is still WeI have nothing left, I now enter the fade My father calls out, my mothers tears fall As I rest underneath the Great Oaks shade The lights dance as they dim in this old skull