Each step a resounding echo,

A blatant contrast to the enveloping everlasting silence of the shattered world,

My whispers dance in a fiery passion,

Cutting through the thick black of the abysm, by name reality

My thoughts set ablaze for that which forsakes my desire.

It is here in this place I stand

That I am finally able to visualize the bitter truth I love,

It is here that I read these lines that hold what remains of my heart.

My eyes drift over the dim light of what is left of life.

Indeed, the very pretense that is us: Humanity.

Am I but part of that which is primal or is this part of me?

It is here in this room,

I know,

I am free,

I now see:

The peace that only the dead can find.