The grave dug by thses awful hands leaves me feeling colder than the dead air. Remember how tired he was. Remember what he said. I have not the strength to bare your weight any longer. This is me killing. The grave dug by these awful hands. Please don't lie down. Will you come back? When he took his rest he lay in fire. I ask myself, is this what is see? Why should I still see? These trees don't keep me from the cold. She looked at me with tears in her eyes as she realized this is it.