Once I wore a crown earned from years of action
yet I can't seem to work towards such goals anymore.
So I wear this crown of thorns
hoping it might bring some change,
but all I see are those falling about me.
Seen more friends die than ever make it alive
their last moments were about a life dreamed
yet everyone watched skylines disappear as one and all found sleep.

The days following I find myself growing older
sleeping less to awake sweating beads
covered by blankets and dreams to never follow
So what is left for us against a moonless night?
Without Orion or Ursa Major how will we
ever find our way back to any home
amongst the scattered bodies we'll never know?