Before and after the shore
There was more or less of what was there before
Like an elevator door you look in there could be sin
Look back and the sin will flow through you like a crack in the wall
A long dark hall full of shattering screams a nightmare and dreams
It all seems like a thought
Thought's of death and never ending slumber
I wonder if people really care or are they just there?
A pitch-black mare with hair of needles piercing the flesh of death as it blazes through the dark shore that was Once as alive as you or I
Now dead I lie on my bed as I wonder yet once again
Will I ever reach my shore?