There is no sun in this place,
Only endless night; whispering to me.
My dreams mock me,
My heart burns.
There is no hope here,
Only an endless succession of days,
Which slowly fade into centuries.
I have no form here,
My thoughts ebb and flow like the tide.
I am drowning in futile desires;
And hopeless dreams.
Every moment is a struggle to survive.
Every second a whispered prayer for death.
It is the only solace for which I can beg.
It is the only place in which I belong.
I was not made for this world,
There is no acceptance for me,
No love or passion in this life.
Only drifting through each day,
Ceaselessly searching for peace;
Peace that can only come,
From the deep, dreamless sleep,
That never ends.
