From the Black Cubical

Here I am, rotting in a place they call bliss Soaked in an emptiness To see reality did things as it pleased Here I am, stroking my messiness Fettered in additional story Soaked in an emptiness My brain is hurricane, but no, it's not about history As I close my eyes, commotion freeze in yellow dim Fettered in additional story This black cubical is the most crowded rim Claustrophobic fills the cavity in a mysterious way As I close my eyes, commotion freeze in yellow dim Words may decay in ages and ended stray My soul longing for the love that never been full Claustrophobic fills the cavity in a mysterious way Shadow wade above the ambiguity whirlpool My soul longing for the love that never been full Here I am, rotting in a place they call bliss To see reality did things as it pleased