As the walls begin to cave,
Within the crevices of cracked paint.
His breath becomes solid as his tears become faint...

His mind now weary,
His heart no longer beats;
Though life is still present,
His soul is beyond weak...

Strings among cords,
Boats that won't sink;
His pleasures distorted,
Dreams among nightmares in only a blink...

Wayward he travels, in a future so foretold.
Wayward he walks,
A child with no soul...