Towards endless night

Alas, the sky is bright... I keep hearing voices from the past and in my wake i darken. I am sinking inside myself as into a grave. In a depressed expectancy i scream in pain but it never seems to go away. Gestures, whispers, noises these are but ghosts of words sunken in silence. I hear your name muttered in a whisper. For aeons of despair still to come i\'ll try to tear myself away from my shadows. Their silences are colder still... Dispel the cold... where i to be born in the same pain i am now how could i recognise myself and tell who i was?