Oh, darkest night, your shade has infected my light!
I feel I've lost all hope in this fight.
I fear I'm in danger.
Fine lines fade into the page again.
Is your tracing hand growing weary?
Pencil marks chased away by erasers end.
One more to the list of abandoned men.
Be still, for you're out of focus.
Hush now, 'cause your voice is soundless.
It's what you're led to believe