Lakes of tar beneath my feet,
Blazing lights cutting the sky.
While I see my willow weep,
In my mind I want to die.

I am carried by the wind,
Feel and taste are distant past.
No more love or hate or blood,
From hard ash I am now cast.

Fields of memories I see,
Try to grasp,but out of reach.
Just one feeling to take with me,
In the Nothing filled with bleach.