Dead Letters

Dim my lights Time is frail You shut my mind But oh well Trapped and choked Erased my trail Split the chest My heart couldn't feel more pale Only once could I see clear Vexation Internal void My dreams are getting darker and darker And darker This life before me Its blood runs so still The call of the bird The song that makes the hours go The change inactive Dead letters Form these words Dim my lights One by one The sordid pale Broken run Confined in escape On burnt grass Below the crest Lier in wait for the ending Songs that make the hours go