Waves of disparity roll in on black tides,
Dark clouds hang from angel's fingers,
They see me and I see them,
They begin to weep,

The day wears on like a deadly disease,
Sick eyes look at me with knowing,
And such a reprieve from endless nothing,
There will never be,

Cold winds blow at my back,
Stirring up the ashes I've left,
I need to know something is out here,
So I fall on my knees and pray,

Beautiful and weary,
I ramble on,
Just looking for a place to lie down,
And sleep for a while.