Every day I die a certain way,
My sky is isn't infinite needless to say,
But under a sky you live,
That's not abandoned and astray,
The stars are for you to perceive,
In the horror of night skies darkness,
In darkness I grieve,
From all the gods there are,
Mine is indifferent,
Not a friend nor a foe,
Just someone who's pleasure I have to earn.