I'm just transitioning through one stage of life to another
She's calling out It is an attempt
A sad one at that Feeding off her screams
Is the only way to survive
Doesn't she know that?
Looking around, you see a place that was created in her terror
It is fresh and running A stream
Holds no memories, except that of fear Soon it will fade into grey
As even those fear laden memories will cease to exist
All of space is fading Escape before you crumble too
