I don't think you know,
what it's like to be a shadow watching yourself
accept the brutality exposed as silence lurks
your cave of thoughts.
I don't think you know,
about the whispers which encapture me to
join the alley of temptation and drown
within the illusion of hope.
I don't think you know,
what it's like to feel trapped without being bound
when the ocean calls your dread
to Atlantis.
I don't think you know,
what it's like,
to fade.