A bleeding heart
A cold river
Like a stone, sinking
Like a fossil bone

End of time, thinking
Takes forever
With the mind we die
With the skull we cry

With your teeth, measuring
Your remaining time
With my eyes, holding
Which was never mine

In a jar, deeply
We can foresee
Sweet madness
The shadow of a burning tree

With a face, glaring
Into the void
What makes waiting
Always hoping

We will die, always
As in ever
With our fate
Always obscured