I just want to go home,
those words repeat in my head.
I'm lost and all alone,
could this be hell? Am I dead?
I walk the empty space,
trying to find my way back.
It's so cold in this place,
there's no light, there's only black.
I've left myself no clues,
no trail of breadcrumbs to find,
no escape, it's no use,
trapped in tormented poet's mind...