Album: Songs For The Withering (2002)

The Vast


something's quite not right
again sleep escapes me, far away
you're the whisper in the back of my head
teething, serrated and smiling

knee-deep in this hopeless wreckage
a heartbreak
to tear me apart
swallowed by the vast, all-consuming
demanding you here

this uncontrollable hell
a lightless abode
a sleepless complete black
where ghosts come to me
through every hole
in each and every wall

wish i could just sleep
wish i could explain
wish i could change the way of things
wish i would fall away

it's a slow closure
a cold shape crawling behind me
a storm approaching
a darkness always closer
i ever thought it could
can never see it coming

the world i'm in is empty
outside i think i choke
somehow i can't help thinking
there is no place for me

(the noise in my head won't leave)

"all fled--all done
so lift me on the pyre
the feast is over
and the lamps expire."
[Robert E. Howard (1906-1936)]