• I have walked these streets before.
    The directions are burned into my mind.
    At the end of this road will be a cemetery,
    Where the smell of death drowns the air.
    I reach the end and the beginning.
    The smell so strong draws me closer and closer,
    Until I am clearly inside.
    They always have told me,
    “Stay away, you’ll never get out”.
    I never listened, I never believed.
    Now I’m inside standing in front of an open grave.
    The smell as strong as ever.
    I feel a push upon my back but I do not fall.
    The smell is fading and I awake,
    From my unconscious self.
    I proved them wrong.
    I did go and I did get out.