The narrow sense of daylight
can't explain the way i'm feeling.
And the turmoil that comes to me
when Southern Cross is high
which calls for me to take up on
efforts better left to a Seraphim.
But this is where I am and
the stars are my instructions.
They want me to turn Demons
with this melancholy visage and
they expect me to change scripture
with this downtrodden, drone voice.