Calmly I await this ending
while dying seasons seam my feet
wounded at the end of a long journey
through wistful oceans seventeen miles deep
My limbs are aching from clinging on
both that was long dead and tried to breathe
My mouth dumb from devouring rotten apples
beside seventeen corpses I found sleep
Within this blackness I see
While suffocation I breathe
Towards the light I fall
and endless beauty I see.
All my clothes are shredded by the storm
And all my books are mangled by the wind
My feet are buried firmly under the linden tree
And nothing but the trunk I see
