Mortal Coils
The mortal coils in your mind,
Your sanity, they all unwind.
Mind and soul are both long gone,
And yet your body trudges on.
…
In this ship, its little frame,
In the black hangs with your blame.
Body succumbs to the blight,
Left in the dark of the void's night.
…
"Xanadu," is on your lips.
Your home, your grave, this dying ship.
Engines dead, the light shall go.
No refuge here for you to go.
…
And so it drifts, this little spark,
Is lost to the silent dark.
No salvation here to come to you,
As you lie within the Xanadu.
