To lay in graves of old, my heart shall wander through these empty corridors
Seeking a hand of some sort, to lift me up from these blackened souls
Each night grows darker, as the emptiness expands
The light slowly flickers out, as darkness takes hold
The wind wails, and resembles a choir of tortured beings
Have I created this prison for myself? All those years of despair, have come to bring me company once more
The happiness I had, is dead
Shall he come and rescue me? Or will this melancholy be my tomb?
Extend your grasp to me, oh Ancient of Days
Aid me in my quest to escape this emptiness
These corridors go on forever, getting narrower as I travel on
Tomorrow may never come, and nostalgia comes into place
Dwelling here with me, memories that lay on heavy burdens
Oh Father, do not leave me here to be consumed
Shine a light in this encasing darkness, draw it back forever more
Yet my pleas go unanswered, as the light still flickers out...

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