A long tunnel
Dark and cold awaits
For each and everyone
Who have truly lived their lives
In a few moments
For someone
High and mighty
Created so called balance
Forcing everyone who reaps
To sow
Everyone who laughs
To mourn
And everyone with a story
To finally put a full stop
In his hopefully never ending cycle.
And every great story comes to an end,
With a long guitar solo
Harsh words
Mild pause
And an echoing in the backdrops
Screaming the pain that can't be flushed
The subconscious simply spilling dreams
To calm the human body and soul
While one desperately hangs on
To something that ceases to exist
Trying to forget
Is nothing but an illusion
Created to calm those
Who cannot face the world as it is.
