The void from which I drew my soundness
Pulls me in
The maw of madness drinks freely
From the wellspring of wisdom
Leaving me crushed by the black
Devoid of memory, I degrade
Asleep or awake, the silence is the same...
Asleep or awake, the silence is the same...
Asleep or awake, the silence is the same
All too complete in this quarantine self-made
Asleep or awake, the silence is the same
Abandoned by cherished sentience
I degrade