A dark path led by crippled leaves and piles of bones
At the end, a delicate pyre
An unclean, visceral feeling

Tears pour into my hands
Surroundings fade to gray
A gloom you'll never know

Everyone has left me
At war with myself on the bedroom floor
No angel has come for me

My limbs begin to feel numb
Will you remember me?
Lay the candles around me, outlining my body

I begin to feel the earth collapse
What comes next feels aimless
Everything turns white

We are always alone