• Dead Fingers, blacker then the sky
    Reach aimlessly for hope
    The stars twinkle in contrast
    Of the lustful purple sky
    And the lightless black hole
    We stare in wonder at it
    Past the fingers
    Ingoring the stars
    Wondering about the hole
    What robbed us of our eternal night-light?
    We huddle constantly closer
    We're frightened together
    Trying to use ourselves as lights
    We're guiding eachother
    It's a hopeless mission
    Through this lightless night
    Who could be cruel enough?
    We lose track
    Of the lightless whole
    Of that lustful sky
    And eventually of eachother
    We reach like the dead fingers
    We're blind and aimless
    But more than all
    We're terrified of the dark