Wandering in the Darkness

Traveling Through Empty Space

Notion Is as Abstract Visions in My Brain

Who Am I?

Why Am I Here?

The Pain, I Feel, This Can’t Be Real

My Flesh, My Soul, Is Real After All

Why I Am Feeling Like This?

What Can I Do to Exist?

Trapped Here in This Moment

Memories, I Have None

Agonizing Here Alone

In My Own Torment

Boiling My Blood in Hate

For Reasons I Don’t Know

I Can Feel This Evil

Growing in My Being

The Pain, I Feel, This Can’t Be Real

My Flesh, My Soul, Is Real After All

A Flash of What I Can Become

What Have I Become?