I, flesh incarnate of pain and sorrow,
wander endlessly in the Labyrinth of Consciousness
I, voice of darkness and plague,
call out to those in the light.
I, fragments of shattered hopes and hearts,
bleed the blood of my own agony.
I, leaves of the fall,
gently wither and fade with the wind of memories.
I, the God of my own world,
in solitude I reign....
Trapped within Four Walls....
Am I still sane?..