It doesn't fly at night, but it is late this night
My house is surrounded in all the darkness
Obscured by permanent structure, my home
My worries wrought be my mind's madness
My home is cold, and cannot offer presence
I'm fated by the masters to forever be alone
But let me draw final breath, let me end this
Unworthy of all suffering despite my being
The raven made me wake but now it flies
Morning never comes, I become comatose
And I mourn the life that I had never lived
In a house that never really was home
