Grayness swells and burns as ice Coldness fills hollow creeks My mindless ghost of a shell But drifts ever so quietly
Ghostly shells as mine Follow the current Follow the breeze Too weak to fight To swim upstream
Now I am told the sun returns But will it return without help? Without artificial dawn? Will this dusk be everlasting? Never reaching devil's hour And never returning to shiny morning
My ghost ever mourning A loss of some unfamiliar friend Sick for a home that has never existed I forever dwell on my oscillating waking