Disappearing, pain is searing,

Fingers wrapping ’round my head,

Listless focus, hocus pocus,

did you hear a word I said?

Still unknowing, nothing showing,

Is it really true I’m dead?

By my alter, I don’t faulter,

Is it really you instead?

In the nighttime, it is my time,

To turn the white moon into red.

Is it unholy, that I’m not lonely?

For the candles are my friends….