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…