Hope unkown. Sometimes just waking is surreal.
I walk right through the nameless ones.
I know that hope’s unknown.
Sometimes the water feels so real.
As I walk through it fills my lungs, my god, I’m drowning.
This day never seems to end.
This pain, never.
The rage I can not let go.
I hear them calling my name.
I feel them gnawing out holes through flawless souls.
So alone. Sometimes I swear that I can hear
The taunting of the voiceless ones.
I fear that I alone fear those
Who finally ceased to feel
That they’re alone inside this place.
I am the misplaced.
Now every face, it looks familiar…
Then every face would melt away until…
Now everyone, do you know, I know your deception