When life has passed me by
And actions' weight has crushed
Then unknowing will I recumbent lie
After all my tension has hushed.

What missing will there be
When does come to pass this day
Save from this shell memory
Of time past in which did passion play?

Then shall depart my heart's color
Returning to mean existence monochrome
In which shall soul's glow be pallor
As it's case crumbles in the catacomb

Thus will dissolve all the stain
And I will waiting, pause
After from me will everything drain,
Momentarily motionless without a cause.