Year one / Day one

There is nothing here, but me.

There is nothing here to hear, there is nothing here to see, there is nothing here, but me.

Trapped, there is no escape, for whom the bell tolls, the sleepily, awake.

Contained within the coffin of my sin; trapped within the thoughts, within.

Death calls to me now, but stays absent; unless I sleep.

It is then I am shown again, there is no escape from anything;

There is nothing here, but me.

So here I stay, awake; while everyone else stays, asleep.