Here I float in the dead of night, And in the distance, a dying light Gives me the hope, with which I might, Let not my mind go out of sight.
Yet as it fades, I’m left to rot, With the burden of my own thoughts. All the evils with whom I’ve fought, Pierce the holes that sink my yacht.
Oh midnight haze, please take my life. Demons within me are at strife. Oh take it all, I’ll pay the price. My soul shall rest upon your scythe.
If peace be with me I shall float, The waves shall lead me back to shore. With breath or not I shall be found, With hope my soul shall fight no more.