Douse and strip my body of its skin.

Forgive me, for my malicious sins.

Interception- stopped inside the brain.

Laying lifeless. No breathing. No Heart.

Beating. But yet my soul's still soaring away.

Plant my ashes with the seeds of a

weeping willow tree,

for I can finally blossom freely.

My spirit has left the body,

time traveling through the space

and the essence of my obscure memories.

Released from the reality we call hell.

I for once feel fully emerged in my peace.