Dirge For November Lyrics

Dirge For November

Lost, here is nowhere 
Searching home still 
Turning past me, all are gone 
Time is now 
 
The omen showed, took me away 
Preparations are done, this can’t last 
The mere reflection brought disgust 
No ordeal to conquer, this firm slit 
 
It sheds upon the floor, dripping into a pool 
Grant me sleep, take me under 
Like the wings of a dove, folding around 
I fade into this tender care