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These idle days are put to rest, suffocating in isolation

No wonder a feeling of shame is now crowning my imperfection

And now white noise and a layer of dust are what's left of this life made failure

I erected this prison myself and rejoice on its broken texture

Forgot my history and I am finally out of crossroads

At loss for sanity pierced by life and her poisoned arrows.

No place but this desolating sight is what I'll ever call a safe house

I feel like its oh so near. The death sentence to end this lost cause.

There is no way out

No reason

No hope

And then, the spirits of affliction shall come and knock at the door

To reclaim their prize, one soul above the other

Together they shall leave this room empty as the emptiest grave

One more memory for the haunted, fading away

There is no way out

There is no reason

There is no hope

Now not one