Everything Has An End, I Have Come To Mine, My Corpse Wrapped In Red Velvet Laid To Rest In A Field Of Wet Grass, Shimmering In The Moonlight. People Come And Go, They See But Choose To Ignore, Stepping Over Me With Smiles On Their Faces, Conversing, Laughing. A Thick, Bright Smoke Emerges From My Carcass And Engulfs Everything In Sight.
