No One Is Coming

This case of stairs in the confirmation of death.
If summer comes this year,
Then let it draw near
In a thunder strike
Or the stroke of light.
No one is coming.
No one is waiting.

Phantoms speed down my throat to strangle me
With bone cold fingers they twitch
My tether and touch themselves.
Lost as I find you fallen to nothing. 
No one is coming.
No one is waiting.
No one else remembers now but me,
How life is full of surprises
Turned through the worm
And run out to sea.