I find it hard to believe that this picture on the wall is everything I do understand all the prayers, life is so sharp and hurts so bad What does it mean to be dying, what if you take the guts and brain away Is it this blood and heartbeat that you call life Every effort to ignore it is unavailing we all have to die Is it too late to dull the edges of the pain, I have to try This is an other dimension You can scatter ashes to the winds and even buried in the ground I'm still here