The Dying Of The Light
Joey Southside
Greying
Bleeding
Fraying
Failing
Slightly colder, growing darker
Only I can see
The earth, it inches farther
From the sun into the sea
I am now the sum of all the demons that infest
A cancer of my own construct
And built in self defense
No moon, no stars
Blacked and ripped out from the sky
No dawn, no day
Fly the banner of true night
Greying
Bleeding
Fraying
Failing
Rotting
Fading
Drowning
I can feel the subtle chill in the breeze that rushes by
The only light that touches a dying sun lost to life
I can hear the dimming of the sound of rampant life
As I crawl on through the ashes towards the dying of the light
