My mind stops working.
My ears produce a subtle ring.
This painful and easing thing;
It has still made my spirit sing.
These restless eyes droop countlessly.
Limited opportunities hinder me profoundly.
Vast seas of nothing surround me entirely.
All activities are already achieved absolutely.
Passion has emptied from my soul.
The purpose has vanished, so there's no longer a role.
There's no reason to believe without a light at the end of this hole.
I'll just wait for something interesting as I try to stay whole.
