All is lost, all is gone,
no time left for setting suns,
darkest skies have shrunken low,
what I thought...just wasn't so.
I am still as stony mounds,
buried in the coldest ground.
Phantoms whisper in my head,
echoing the words you said.
Sirens call, but I can't hear,
soon, I feel, I'll disappear.
Drifting swiftly beyond sight,
lost inside an endless night.