I was once a human pearl, I was in love with the world
I found magic in everything, and now what I'm seeing is pretty plain
Where did my magic powers go to? Did they leave when you were buried?
Will I ever see them again? Or will you whisper them into my ear, my sleeping ears?
I've been talking to the dead now recently, they keep teasing and taunting. Their holding my powers in front of me, they've stolen my passion for everything...
This is everything I've always feared. I'm holding the dead too close to me. I want to be free.