Found by sound eaten by hounds.

I'm here, and Count me" an bring me back. Like counting those days that one wishes never took place, But still the wish to be found, and leave trace" it's the one a heart will embrace, the moment you thought to pray.

According too light" you and i both die..
And without a doubt, the dark laughs from a distance, and finds joy in the pain of he's siblings." So death comes at a instant, for instance born today, and tomorrow unexistence.

So lost" and to be the found, is seen myself underground. Too circle" circles of muddy brown, means I must of have been bound
To a way of most profound. Long deep, where know bloom can ever seed. Way down the under, were all is gone even the sound.

When You and me" meet die, then look down, and blink your eyes, all that before your say goodbye.  To all the wrong,  and all that's right.  If Your thinking why, that feels right, 
then there's know question if death is alive. And if it can survive. We know death pretty good, but for life will pretend that we are dead, to the thought about death. For time" must see" that you love to live. But scared of no death for all leads and ends with God in heaven's.