Where did I go that frightful night?
Severed by all the reckless selfish madness
I did retreat into this dark and solitary place
A shifting holographic world of black and white
And self made morgue where the faces have no life
I can only peel back their skin and see the entrails
Of all the many meals and maladies of experiences
And I can almost hear their voices, so far away now
Feeling the cold of flesh and the flat air around me
If ever I am allowed out of this empty hell
Will I be just as dead inside as those that lie here?