it is just before the end

now final loss
is speaking close
i don't know how
but here it is
and fallen clouds
that cannot float
lie scattered on the ground
 

i look up at the
brazen curve
 

the ancient cage
of stifled gleams
beats into me
 

and just before the end
it's all a dream
i cannot seem to 
understand
 

the fire of my heart is hot
but coldness sits inside
and rots
the heartache
 

why the places that i see?
what is here for me?
 

beyond the ashen hill 
i cannot find
the final resting place
i've left behind 
 

before the void comes can you tell
which way the wind blows
 

or is it just
a silent stillness
on the land
of iron hills and fallen clouds
and solid sky above?
 

tell me the answers
that i seek to know
 

perhaps i'll see
the secrets of 
my mystery
 

or else i'll find in something stolen
answers for a broken mind
to feast on
in the day
 

at night they kill
 

but trust me, i don't want to die