Bleach
These days
Black to grey
Not guiding me
Extinguish the light

Aimless
Stride
Moonless
Nights
Senseless
Skin

We felt the fall
We felt the winter within

Brightness
Outblown
Eventide
Return
Smother
Your prayers
Despairing light
We felt the wither within

Blackening
The eyes that follow
Wandering
A hand that keeps us
Trembling
The passing light is
Beckoning
Decide

The passing light is
Beckoning

Bleach
These days
Black to grey
Not guiding me
Extinguish the light