It matters not that oblivion awaits
we call to our own of light, when in despair
god them shadows on my lungs are so uncool
protect me as darknesses shadow falls

I have become indecorous and lost
god truly I am going to die
my tears have become pools
as darknesses shadow falls

Our last of the blue
my angels of earth
weep with me
and remember me

By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris