I live in the spaces in between
The planes of the unseen.
A shadow stitched from dream to dream,
Woven tight with dark esteem.

I sleep where secrets ebb and flow,
Where truths are whispered soft and low,
In voices you might almost know
But none you’ve ever met below.

I haunt the spaces in between,
The planes of what has never been.
Drink deep my fear
Gaze long into my nightmare.

O ye of trembling, hollow faith
Come drown beneath the whispering waves
Of demons I keep,
In shadows that do not sleep.

I sing in the spaces in between,
Where silence gnaws and eyes have seen.
Death is merely the first command.
So take, my friend, this outstretched hand.

Together, we’ll fade
Into pale blue and grey
Where stars burn cold
From far, far away.