Do you know where you stand, at the end of the world?

As the leaves drop to the earth, an act of life...

As the earth crumbles under the locked destinies of time...

So shall I be taken, to fade in life's set path.

By the birth of new winds in an everchanging summer's day.


Flowing through my blood like pathos in a desperate climb to breathe.

My eyes are frozen, the pain of of unworthyness, drowining out my screams for need...

Need of the flesh, need of life, need of existence...


Where do I stand at the end of the world?

I stand where I am, that's my answer.