The sky was dark, the smoke was cold, I wouldn't have believed that the night could make such a difference in me, again.
The engine went so soft and clear, I stopped like I knew where I must be.
It was the light I haven't seen in so long, the flow of life, clear and beautiful, soft and slow, the shine in the night, magic.
And I am on the other side, in the dark, lost; after three days I woke up, dead.