| And I awoke in utter horror
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| From the noxious dream
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| Was it, in fact, a dream?
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| The vision, the smell, the screams
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| I can’t hear my voice
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| I can’t see myself
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| Vague emptiness
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| There is no sound, no sense of touch
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| Non existence
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| This room is empty
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| And all I see is white
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| No exit… nothing in sight
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| The jaws of insanity begin to drip
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| In this labyrinth of non-existence
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| I feel my mind implode into the void
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| Reality now recluse, a most impalpable lunacy
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| Millions of eons shall pass
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| And then continue tenfold
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| And I will still be here
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| There is no longer death, nor life…
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| Just existence and dementia
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| Dementia
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| Dementia
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| My essence fades into the white
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| Ingrained into nothing
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| I am dementia
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| I am dementia
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| Eternal reverie of non-existence
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| I am time with no end
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| For no means, but everlasting insanity
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| Skepsis was the loathsome omen
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| The deceptive abomination
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| That ushered this torturous dissolution
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| Millions of eons shall pass
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| And then continue tenfold
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| And I will still be here
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| There is no longer death, nor life…
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| Just existence and dementia
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| Dementia |