Black, empty, devoid of life,
Yet, somehow, full of strife.
Ancient panic in my head,
Distant echo's of being dead.

Millennia later, in one screamin' gasp,
Holding hope, tight in my grasp.
Reality engulfs my mind once more,
Is it time to abandon the final straw?

To finally surrender to the abyss,
What part of the war will I miss?
Did my skirmish end the war?
"Please don't send me back for more".

Got this feeling in my head,
That "it" begins once you're dead.
True life starts, the war is huge.
"life" on earth is just a refuge.