My life was not worth noting,
my passing not worth mourning.
Down, down a river I went floating
into darkness where I died,
but no one else was left to cry,
even the gods, the gods ignored me.

My nights are not spent sleeping.
My eyes to close I cannot bear
not to watch the monsters creeping
through the shadows of my home,
as so happened long ago -- but no,
nothing, nothing ever happened there.

I wonder, wonder if they see
the ghosts I carry everywhere?
I fear I wear outside of me
the memory of that endless night
when -- no, forget it, never mind,
nothing, nothing ever happened there.