A silver sky and I lie down    You don't provoke me anymore    These hours try,    And we go down    And horror yields a door    The light outlives the setting sun    End a day to shun    My senses slip,    a lie begun    From all to none    The black as painted by the moon    Colour filth from which we're hewn    Beekon hell it ends too soon    All waning hope and ruin    The storm that rose the crushing gale    Awaken into dismal pale    My senses blank, the sleepers veil    Where and why the burning fail    A nightmare catalyst    Harness delusion