See the white fog descend upon twilight hours,
like falcon spread its wings to eclipse the Sun,
Hear the flood whisper under the cover of night,
drowning us all, in a macabre ablution.
Shapes and shades of my deformed soul
knock on your benevolent heart, a tune I pursue,
As each of my knock fades, decibel by decibel,
Who then, do you sing your song to?