Stage 4: The Fusion of Heavier Elements 

Expanding into the depths 

Of the black sea 

Woven around me 

Like a twisting breath 

The vision dims 

Crumbing my will 

But I quietly listen to this selfish whim 

Still as thrill eatens me up from within 

Tightly, grasping the fleeting memories

I sunk into my wings that carried me

Knowing that documentaries were made 

Soon I will be free