Numb, cloying, clinging pain,

Cannot begin to hide the shame

Of never knowing what to do,

Or where to turn in staying sane

There hiding in a darkened room,

A soul is dying in the gloom

As sadness steals the very heart,

Of those who cry and cannot part

With empty and impending doom,

Live and die on shredded moon

The sun a faded, dying bloom,

And praying now, the end is soon ...