To stroll the corridors
Of a maze of darkness

To find meaning to my wasted life
In the infinite chaotic dreams

The swirling colours of rapture embrace me
With their cold, shrivelled claws cutting my soft flesh
To escape is to condemn my soul
But to remain is an eternity of pain

Oh, what to do, shall I wait to die?
Should I fight and face the pain?
Try not to move in this personal hell
Constructed from the flames of superstitious ignorance
As my life is wasted in these foolish dreams
From which nothing lasted

To live a wasted life is to suffer
To live a full life is to die satisfied