I am scattered inside,
Lost in the woods...
No sign of hope in sight,
Mysterious it looks...
It's been years,
I am still here...
Now I have started liking it a bit,
This darkened sphere...
This blanket of despair,
Is stretched to maximum extent...
This will swallow me,
As I sit in its depth...
Deep down there I will be sleeping dead,
But don't you worry...
I'll be back to some unfinished business,
This is just the beginning of the end...