Coil

Verse I [ of III ]

What, if anything, does a man leave behind
When coal becomes ember and cooling, dies?
Is there more to measure than a name etched in stone
Or the space in time where winds have blown?
Marking the hours, minutes, and moments between
Do our ghosts embody more than is seen?
And what of our Ghosts- tattered skeins of mist?
What about this world makes our shades persist
In remaining where we cried, ached and bled
And closing our eyes in one moment of dread
Rose from the chrysalis of this mortal shell
Eschewing the Light, and flames of hell
Both, to find ourselves still living?

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