Cold River

A bleeding heart
A cold river
Like a stone, sinking
Like a fossile bone

End of time - thinking
Takes forever
With the mind we die
With the skull we cry

With your teeth - measuring
Your remaining time
With my eyes - holding
Which was never mine

In a jar - deeply
We can foresee
Sweet madness
The shadow of a burning tree

With a face - glaring
Into the void
What makes waiting
Always hoping

We will die - always
As in ever
With our fate
Always obscured