You seem to be a little more caliginous this eventide
Did the stars abandon you or were you jilted by the moon?
Did the orbs make their way to a reunion and leave you forlorn?
But that's competent for I come from a murkier dwelling
I wear a grotesque mask of pretence and dwell in an abode of constant chaos
Howbeit, I am inordinately jaded tonight and I seek serenity in you.
Won't you lend me an iota of your tranquillity?
You're the home when there's no home and hope when I lack hope
So I near you this night when you're at your murkiest and I am at mine
I can be your solace and you can be mine.