All hope is gone
No hope, no anger, no need for peace, nothing can be ceased
Endless sights of nothingness, antisocials would consider a long bewildered wish
Where have I been?
What have I seen?
So lucid its absolutely impossible to be a dream,
Am I dead? Have I ascended?
Is this good or bad?
How much of this can be comprehended,
If this is "it", then what could it have been?
What do I really fear?
Nevertheless... Im here, Im still here, I'll always be here...