Your mission is to save my soul, be I alive or dead.
Do what you will.
Bless me. Immerse me.
But you will find no soul remaining.
It is here, in the stories.
Which I envisioned every day.
Dipped a side of my soul into my blood.
And pressed these stories into time.
One by one.
Always searching for a side yet without stain.
It takes longer every day.
Soon, there will be none left to tell.
I am out of ink.
I am out of facets.
I am out of time.
My testimony complete, let me rest forever within.