I’m a friend of darkness lock lips with it in a lover’s embrace
I mourn the dawn beg favors from the twilight hold every hope in my uncertain hand for a day when the sun won’t shine
And I know by my wayward feet by the tremors in my hand that darkness creeps silently up to my borders crosses every line and will someday defeat my meager defenses
I have prepared my retreat a forced march to the grey Pacific where everything in my life ends and begins
The solemn swell of the waves a fitting harmony to that last sweet song.