There is a void inside and no longer a soul, dementia has begun to take control
Nowhere has become the other side
The body is now prison, there's no way out (was there ever a way in?)
Shadows where wombs used to be, there is no escape from stagnating in despondency
Seeing is deceiving and life just isn't there
Remember the walk off the cliff's edge, still echoes of torment dwell
Dead end pa**ages of subconsciousness linger