Penumbra

Bleach
These days
Black to grey
Not guiding me
Extinguish the light
Aimless
Stride
Moonless
Nights
Senseless
Skin
We felt the fall
We felt the winter within
Brightness
Outblown
Eventide
Return
Smother
Your prayers
Despairing light
We felt the wither within
Blackening
The eyes that follow
Wandering
A hand that keeps us
Trembling
The passing light is
Beckoning
Decide
The passing light is
Beckoning
Bleach
These days
Black to grey
Not guiding me
Extinguish the light