At The Gates

floating away within dreams
from a thousand worlds,
my sould has left the spheres of man
for all time...
the rest of me
the rotten limbs and my bones
dwelling within
the sacred gardens of greif
while my mind is adrift
upon the seas of starvation
a tombstone is raised to mark
I am not forgotten
I remember faintly,
like whispers from beyond all time
the reasons for my death
but reason are part of life
and I am forever more, part of death
part of death
part of death
I greet you welcome