"I dreamt of the sun's demise, awoke to a bleak morning. In the emptiness I beheld fate for the dead light is a foretelling of what will be... I saw a soul drift from life, through death. Yet I stand in a dusk-filled room despondently watching the passing of a kindred spirit and there is no song, just a delusion of silence." from The Silent Enigma by Anathema.
It was after a night of bad dreams. I forced myself to wake and for a time, before the dull light of a grey day, I sat, silent.