The lonely hour woke me
Left my mind aloud
So here I am
Telling

Do you feel the dark as I do?
Tis almost a rancid stench
That never leaves my blow

The haunting never fades
Nor do the thoughts
As I sweat the lay
Dread the crawl to water
Till I start another day

So that is my wake
My call to become
But never does it go
It's cold blackened want
Waiting
For the lonely hour
Again