visions of that no mornings light ever will come i m too old now the dark is so near will i ever reach the land beyond this is where we go when we have to die i ve been old since the birth of time time buried me in earth centuries ago i tasted blood buried by time and dust many years have passed since the funeral missing the blood of human throats so many years ages ago i must await feel my body s stench wandering out of space wandering out of time a world out of light death at the end only silence can be heard silence of peoples tears no one knows my grave buried by time and dust1