I'm sitting here with nothing to do
but occupy my mind with strange, disturbing thoughts -
that twist and change their shape
in a most alarming way.
It often happens that my thoughts overtake me
and I get lost in the mazes they have wrought -
have tunneled through my brain, day by day.
Shall I sit down in a corner, and hide there forever,
Listening to the echo of my screams?
Day after day, Life after Life,
as my soul cries and bleeds
And painful reality shatters my dreams.