Sable Ocean, Raven Sky

Your troubled thoughts you kept hidden that day, Still I could not be free from troubled sleep that night As the fugue of your thoughts crescendo, Somehow they must have reached into my mind, For my dreams were of the scalpel and of slicing flesh,     My dreams were nightmares,     Yet I did not hear the Raven's cry, I believed your unstable emotions came from the unsure, Believed that the morning would bring about the cure, For everyone has felt their soul go unto that place, A shadowed cavern where life stops being precious, Where death shines brightly, becomes the guiding light,     Temptation of a whispered thereafter,     Your own demise, a welcomed embrace; Waking brought not freedom from my troubled sleep, Instead the sunrise brought a misery I am destined to keep, A conscious nightmare I would come to know too well, A race without hope against time already passed, Praying that there existed a higher state of waking,     To release me from this turmoil,     Break this dark and evil spell; All along you knew your fate was more precise Then the cut of chance found in the surgeon's knife, This dark secret lived in silence behind your stare, A darkened plan I should have known was there, That you would force Death's hand with your own,     Walk into a sable ocean on a stormy night,     Beneath the raven sky take your life; For a moment I think I might have known, That thought dismissed as pure insanity -- How could tomorrow not find you there? Now time has been set adrift to float an aimless trail, The future forever altered by the dark and pounding sea,     A sable ocean, a raven sky,     Death's hollow stare in your dying eyes.