Shivers running down my spine
A cold touch, the touch of death
The string has been cut, now to be assigned
Heaven, Hell, Valhalla, all these choices depend on the last breath

Your servants, Hades and Hel shall take good care of me
Perhaps be a soul that can aid someone who has lost meaning in the past
None have escaped you, though Orpheus tried with Eurydice
The time in with the living has passed

This is only speculation for no one knows what lies six feet below
The bodies, the skeletons, the fossilizations, victims of time and decay
For now, until the living get here, time will be slow
As I wait to fully join my new home in a world that has turned grey