The nightmare is black
I saw them
I saw them fall from the edge
The abyss looked into them
And they fell

Old oil, cold and dark
Left a streak on their wrist
Right where I tried to grasp
Right near my hand
Left my hands empty

Gone, gone from here
And only the hope
Of another hand
But the bottom will come first

Of this I am certain

For the monster looked in
And reveled in what it saw