Descending Twilight Upon Seas of Boundless Sorrows

Burdened weary traveler Adrift in the twilight Forever away from home Floating toward oblivion Bloodshot and restless eyes Behold descending skies A wretched curtain call The end of a former life Broken pallid spirit Reborn in the realm of ghosts Bearing the scars of life In this land of apathy Desperate and frantic cries Escape from mourning souls A shameful last resort To speak breath into the dead I am the ghost Who haunts your sleep I am the one The mourners grieve I am the light That snuffed itself I am the voice Just out of reach I am the tears You shed in vain I am the fear Of loneliness I am the dread You feel within I am the end Of all that is... ...I am death Saddened bitter specter Lost within the night Among the dying stars Reaching towards salvation Fatigued and scarring hands Caress the empty air A longing final grasp The end of what once was saved Lifeless dull-eyed wanderer Trapped beneath the waves Sinking ever lower Amidst the ghastly seas Hopeless and starved of dreams Witness a horrid end A tragic dreary demise And the willows mark her grave...