Do you cry, soul? Tell me
What you do while I dissolve.
For you may be one with the bolts of lighting,
But I am not.
For you may be Akashic,
But I am not.
For you may understand,
But I do not.
For you may always be,
But I will not.

Full circle glowing above,
Warning,
Spreading tears all around.
Lightning.
The sound of death is getting closer,
Closer and then it is no more.
Irony, is it dead?
You must know,
For I do not.