| Pain | 
| Is at the forefront of my mind | 
| For but a simple moment’s time | 
| Although it seems to last forever | 
| It will fade away with the wash of madness that fast approaches | 
| My only fear is this: | 
| Without the pain | 
| What will | 
| I become? | 
| What will I become? | 
| This instance of pain is my one and only memory | 
| What brought me here to this moment in my history? | 
| I know something happened | 
| It’s something immense | 
| Strong enough to erase the pages of my life’s story | 
| When did I make the choices the led me here? | 
| Where did I take the wrong turn? | 
| Everything is wrong | 
| I can feel it | 
| I have become a miserable wretch | 
| I’m left in a spiral of contempt | 
| I hate what I’ve become | 
| So I reach out to others, compelled to find compassion | 
| Only receiving just a passing glance in judgement | 
| This world around me; | 
| a mirror of my wretchedness | 
| Yet there’s one struggling glimmer of a thought | 
| From within the deepest blackness | 
| It claws at the edges of my sanity | 
| Refusing to be sucked into oblivion | 
| Within this vacuum in my mind | 
| This tiny thought spins a tale of hope; | 
| a seed of possibility | 
| I know it must be false but I can’t relinquish it | 
| It’s giving me a sense that there’s a purpose to this madness | 
| It tells me: | 
| «There is someone out there waiting for you to change everything» | 
| An unrelenting notion that I must fight through this seemingly hopeless reality" | 
| But is it just the needles and the glass | 
| A catalyst for full blown insanity? | 
| Is this world a perpetual winter night | 
| Or will the sun one day rise on a precious summer solstice? | 
| This hope is a plague on me | 
| One last strand to hold onto | 
| In the center of my being | 
| I just want to let go of this thing | 
| Release me from this reality | 
| Unbind me | 
| The fabric of my sanity is | 
| Unwinding | 
| Fragments of a prior existence | 
| Float freely in the limbo of my consciousness | 
| Not a single one contains substance | 
| Just a ripple on the surface of a memory | 
| Everything has been shattered to pieces | 
| Separated by a void that I cannot comprehend | 
| This purgatory is a fate worse than death | 
| I exist as the shadow of an entity | 
| The void has come to coalesce | 
| Ruling over everything I am | 
| That which is missing has left such an emptiness | 
| That my existence has been rendered purely meaningless |