All That Remains

The obscurity encompasses me

all the light has been quenched

I lie on my bed and think about the past of the multitude of individuals I have known

at the point when I was youthful, I was so glad

I would play the entire day and night

I knew bunches of individuals

as time has past

I moved away from them individually

presently I lie on my bed encompassed by dimness

alone with my contemplations

they are all I have for organization

I'm lost in the haziness

would you be able to hear me calling?

The night's pass

The month's pass

time floats by like a shade

I have been calling out in the obscurity throughout recent centuries

my phantom is all that remaining parts

unfit to rest

calling out in the obscurity

sitting tight for an answer

however, there is no answer

there is no one around to hear my calls

my phantom is all that remaining parts

calling out in the dimness

bound to exist alone always in my heart

I will be broken until the end of time