Held high a loft above the stars,
In display to show your inner soul,
Fear now, confused by what you see,
Laugh now at the path of fate.

With the tide rising more everyday,
You can feel it all slip away,
What was in your grasp is lost in this sea,
Of misfortune and misery.

A hand emerges from the water,
Pulling me down into the abyss,
I stare back at the smiling faces,
But sorrow remains inside.

With each breath the task becomes harder,
With each light the night becomes darker,
With each star I see the mourning takes me,
Into a new state of thought.

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