I’m back here again, Sunk in the gray.I wear it well,
This cloak, this shell, Draped beneath a Shroud of midnight cloth
I used to lie awake And count the stars, But even they–burning,
Luminous–blink out, the eye only catches an Echo, a whisper;
It burned out years ago, before we even knew it was there
I’m back here again, Sunk deep in the gray, This kingdom of the dead
It is what I most dread, waking up and knowing i have no place to go.