Ignition of the Grey Sky - Throes of Dawn

Slow is the murder

Of my soul

Lost in so many

Absences

Open in all directions

Please be with me

This dying hour

Inhale my voice

Absorb my life

Before the ignition

Of the grey sky

Clouds like airships

Set in motion

Moving slowly

To unfold

Inhale my voice

Absorb my regrets

As I hand you this darkness

Wrought from the words

Empty of meaning

Screaming with emotion