The Mat and the Stars (The Edge of Death)

-------------------------------LYRICS---------------------------------- A fleeting rain bout, a cruel, bitter tease, Not enough drops to bring us to our knees. Rice boiled in sorrow, cooked with the sea, A poisonous feast for a starving me. Three days of hunger, the stomach turns to stone, Twisting in the darkness, dying alone. Tied in the woven mat, ready to be thrown, Into the cold abyss, into the unknown. The pulse slows down, the light starts to thin, Waiting for the ocean to let me in. Waiting for the dark water to wash away the sin. Laying on the deck, wrapped inside the weave, Gazing at the night stars, ready now to leave. A quiet, breathless farewell to the endless sky, Surrendering to the water with a final sigh. By GRACE RIVER