Light At the End Of The Tunnel.
At last unmoved, unshaken. My breath caught in my lungs as I stare on I stare at nothing but brightness. It is said the lights at the end of the tunnel but I'm at the wait the end I heardly pattered down the length of my soul's container. Is it still made of flesh? Start with muscles, bones and with guttering blood, I say at the end of the tunnel standing face to face of the light I'm at the end of the tunnel