The Darkness hounds me like a looming omen;
I dare not stay yet only retreat from where I...

Air escaping this room so tight
how I've entered filled my thoughts...

Gloom this place covered in fog
the aura so frail yet nothing so fierce...

Freedom costs but one word,
but fools are such these people are...

Live not long in world so small,
yet never feel as world be...

Lay upon darkness shrouded,
this glass bottle in my hand...

Once forth it comes anew,
a small light within my hand...

This idea so clever I held,
times of solitude thinking aloud...

Laying down beside your warmth,
even while mine's no more...

Beginning in life, ending in death,
What is, now what was...

Fortified am I!
Oh! This feeling up high...

Morning glow upon my face,
sun shone high on good grace...