Voices whisper in the night,

life has slipped away.

Specters will not let us rest,

I curse the break of day.

Colors fade into a gray,

that permeates the air.

If only minutes had remained,

if only I could stop this pain.

How could a soul escape this place,

where only void remains.

Each helpless being without hope,

our fragile minds just cannot cope,

with sense so bitter to the taste,

and icy to the touch.

What hellish force shall take away,

all things...we loved so much?