peace at last among a sea of trees I found myself alone in woods far from home, with overhead encroaching

a dark blue dome. Gone the state to save myself, laying, lost of hope, devoid of help, off away I hear the lullaby wakes of nearby Motosu Lake. Distant stars appear to watch my vigil; pale, bare skin, my eyes still, long dead bodies become my pallbearers as I break my bonds into the beyond, my soul among sols. Sayonara from Aokigahara