Where it all falls into outer space.
Inside there is yard of stars.
Go so far, is that who we are?
Limineal passageways into
the gate, knocked it down.
Turn around, no one has returned.
From their final rest. But as far as I know
you can always go much deeper into
your grave than your grave until you
end up.
On the other side of the fence.
And spin it around, time to go
into dead on the inside again.
And when you do finally met your end
it won't look like this.