Hope unknown. 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 I can hear the taunting of the voiceless ones. I fear that alone I those who are finally ceased to feel that they're alone. Inside this place. I am misplaced. Now every face, it looks familiar. Then every face would melt away until... Now everyone, do you know, I know your deception?