In the land of nowhere, I stand alone,
A barren wasteland, a desolate zone.
No sun to rise, no stars to guide,
Just endless void, where shadows hide.

The air is thick with silent screams,
A place where hope is but a dream.
No paths to tread, no roads to find,
Just empty space, a tortured mind.

The echoes of my thoughts resound,
In this abyss, where I am bound.
No solace here, no comfort near,
Just endless night, devoid of cheer.

The days blend into nights so cold,
In this forsaken, lifeless hold.
No warmth to feel, no light to see,
Just endless dark, enveloping me.

Yet in this void, a spark remains,
A flicker of hope amidst the chains.
For even in the darkest night,
A glimmer of dawn can bring the light.

So here I stand, in nowhere’s land,
With weary heart and trembling hand.
I’ll find my way, I’ll break these chains,
And leave behind this land of pains.

For in the depths of nothingness,
A seed of hope can still progress.
And from this void, I’ll rise anew,
To find the light, to start anew.