Theres a wide open space behind my eyelids, where creeping fog and stars prevent my vision from returning.
There was a dream playing, but it is gone now.
Now only fog and stars and darkness play themselves.
I find myself with only my simplest mind, my deepest soul.. and I find myself alone.

Its a true pity that you did not follow me here.
I could use a reflection of myself, but here I have nothing.
Not even memories to console or consolidate.
I created this black prison, this dark cell, to entertain.

Now it only confuses.
Now it doesn’t speak.
Now I can’t escape.