They Call to Me

There is someone calling to me
From where I do not know
FOr what purpose they call to me
I will not find out today...
Maybe tomorrow.
And seventeen candles flicker around me
Lighting only a small piece of the dark room
All around me are the shadows so anchient
But all of them laugh when the candles go out
During the day and in the sun they wait
Calling to me, why do they call to me?
Only eight candles remain now and
Each one will burn out eventually
Some call me pessimistic, I prefer lost
Lost to a world of blue darkness
People crowd around me, trying to suffocate me.
But since I am already dead...