The taste of death has never been so sweet

The river Styx flows somewhere in my soul

An orchard grows there thriving on the heat

I taste the fruit and cannot be made whole

Both good and evil fill my dreams at night

As conscious thought gives way to restless sleep

My spirit wanders; mental kingdoms fight

Reality’s warriors begin to weep

This battle rages inside of my brain

My spirit searches for the secret prize

The battle screams and I can feel the pain

It fades and I see life through open eyes

Forgotten realms of life and death and love

They fade away to dreamlands high above