The fog rises over the graveyard
As ancient tombstones reveal hidden secrets beneath
The lost lives of Ms M Kind
News about the way she died
The ground where people stood and people cried
Then the sun rises and the ghosts of the night burn away
Creeping back into their shadowy depths
The nights tendrils losing their icy grip as the day is born
Then there is you
Your fingers fill me and I breach my limits
Time moves fast and slow all at once
Minutes blur and seconds become hours
The climax has come at last
You move me like a hot knife through butter
And I melt into the darkness
Joining Ms M Kind
And I lose all power
To change my mind
As ashes fall to the ground
