Narrow Space
Candescent truth be told no more
Scourge sin from souls that came before
I hear the voices in the deep
Awaken from this dreamless sleep
This fear within my multiplies
From whence this dark I hear their cries;
"Do not stand by my grave and weep
I have not died – I do not sleep!"
Oh helpless spirit laid to rest
A ravaged corpse that life once blessed
That did not think upon the day
They'd leave the cradle for the grave…