About me and the places that evolve around
In the darkness a swirling, a nuturing embrace
No direction, no goal, or lack doth abound
The spiral, the storms, the hell's that I face.

My body it cannot and does not need to feel
My mind has frozen and all thoughts are nulled
All sight is within/without - are they really for real?
All feelings and sensations - are totally culled!

The echoes that resonate beyond that - is all
Mundanity seems distant and normality's beneath
For all that I do, is beyond anyone's call
For all that I am, pertains to the wisdom of death.