Wande-

ring

in

the

dar-

kness

Tra-

ve-

ling

through

emp-

ty

space

No-

tion

is

abst-

ract

vi-

sions

in

my

brain

Who

Am

I?

Why

Am

I

here?

The

pain,

I

feel,

this

can’t

be

real

My

flesh,

my

soul,

is

re-

al

af-

ter

all

Why

Im

fee

ling

like

this?

What

can

I

do

to

e-

xist?

Trapped

here

in

this

mo-

ment

Me-

mo-

ries,

I

have

none

A-

go-

ni-

zing

here

a-

lone

In

my

own

tor-

ment

Boi-

ling

my

blood

in

hate

For

rea-

sons

I

don’t

know

I

can

feel

this

e-

vil

Gro-

wing

in

my

being

The

pain,

I

feel,

this

can’t

be

real

My

flesh,

my

soul,

is

re-

al

af-

ter

all

A

flash

of

what

I

can

be-

come

What

have

I

be-

come?