Its as though the Earth is my tomb

In my coffin I lay, every day another nail.

I wait the day to see the man in black

To take me to see the man I hail.

All around I see others fires burn

The passion of their life.

But inside of me I’m extinguished

Left with the ashes of my strife.

My life is great, I know worse.

I have family and friends whom I love.

Yet it seems I’m lonely but never alone,

A black hole amongst the stars above.

The sun into which I stare so willingly,

Don’t know its heat, but I still want to touch

To feel its light amongst my face and body,

But to be burnt is what I fear so much.