I can't see beyond myself anymore,
the sights beyond are filtered pitch.
Collapsing in on who I have been,
and finding that's all that was there.
I close my eyes and strain for light,
but all I feel are the walls of my mind.
I've lost myself in my pulse for so long,
and now that thread beats out of reach.
The book of life has closed for good,
and I'm all that's left to know.
The gate outside my shell's been shut,
and here I fall forgotten in the cold.
I dream of people I can't see.