Death emerges from the darkest depths of our souls,

 the space within us that is fueled by fire.

 Screaming with desire,

 waiting, wishing, wondering,

 Death engulfs us like the flames scorching the earth,

 our souls embedded in the pain. 

Bright lights, warm air, Death is nothing but despair

 under the wave, weightless and breathless,

suffocating, gasping for air, fighting for life,

 souls burning trying to stay alive. 

The fire above is an endless abyss, 

heating the water into a mist, 

the air is thick with smoke, darkness growing

 Death watching, waiting, hoping 

stopping the endless souls escaping.

The earth paying with its soul, 

the elements out of control,

 destroying the mother of us all.

The one place that has it all,

 pain, suffering, we cause it all,

 deep in our souls we owe it all.

 Death is not but a plague, 

to the air that we breathe,

 the light that we need,

 the heat that we seek. 

Death is a game we all must partake, 

Death is all that is left for this earth to take.

 To survive this, we must fight the desires within,

 before there is nothing left to win.

 With our souls we will repay, to the earth we once obeyed.