When all you want is barren,
When all you need seems to have vanished,
Life seems like a dream.
There's no waking up, caught in a state of melancholy numbness,
There are many ways of being held prisoner.
Sometimes all we've got are silent reveries and shattered hope.
Day and night seem to blend into one stretched blur of solitary confinement.
The imperatives that hold us together and apart are vigorous with bad intentions.