Dead Letters
VexationInternal voidMy dreams are getting darker and darkerAnd darker
Dim my lightsTime is frailYou shut my mindBut oh wellTrapped and chokedErased my trailSplit the chestMy heart couldn't feel more pale
Only once could I see clear
VexationInternal voidMy dreams are getting darker and darkerAnd darker
This life before meIts blood runs so stillThe call of the birdThe song that makes the hours go
The change inactiveDead lettersForm these words
Dim my lightsOne by oneThe sordid paleBroken runConfined in escapeOn burnt grassBelow the crestLier in wait for the endingCall of the birdSongs that make the hours go