The clock strikes four and thirty.
My conscious mind is burning.
Startled by some spectral blow it suffered while it slept.

I frightened in it's ending...
The start was all just fine.
It had a couple friends of mine, I'd lost along the line.

It only left me lonely..
I miss the long lost friends of mine
So tell me as the clock strikes four...
Did a nightmare I awake to?
And then my feelings waxed sore?
Or into only? As it left me... wanting; Nothing more.