What's left
In the cold stagelight
When emotions have deserted that empty shell
When not even a tear can bear the touch of my skin
Unmoving eyes
Staring in a world that has lost its colour
Ghosthands of autumnal melancholy grab my shoulder
Force me to face an everlasting winter

Shall I fight?
Shall I run?

I will stay, resigned but courageous

This is what I am
This is what's left
When the lights go out

I'm tired of fighting
When there's nothing worth fighting for
My demons sleep at night
And the light burns my flesh
And the light drinks my blood
Until my bleached bones
Crumble to silvery dust
Beneath a merciless sun.