As the sands of time blend with//that of this dead man's 
valley//the hallucination's puddle deepens//while I draw 
closer//to the center of madness//what is this//what is 
this torture?//In a secluded raving for peace//I am now 
one with the deadened//aspirations of youth//what form of 
torture//has been bestowed upon me?//when the very 
surface of which I wish//to be devoured//will not accept 
my donations//I have failed//I find myself nonsensical; 
“nothing is never enough as we wither with the sands of 
time”//I am lost in the atmosphere between//sanity and my 
mind's corruption//I was dragged to the lands that bleed 
forever//and I returned to nothing//I have searched 
through the inner workings//there was nothing left//I 
escaped from the lands that grieve forever//and I 
returned to nothing//I have searched through the inner 
workings//there was (nothing)//there was built a 
perception of life//beyond the borders of death//there 
was built a perspective of life//at the borders of 
death//I am lost in the atmosphere between.