• You believe in what you taste, hear, see, and touch.
    I do not.
    I believe in what I sense or feel.
    To you I may appear alive,
    But to me, I am slowly dying.
    If you don't believe that,
    Well then, you could say I am falling into oblivion.
    A deep, dark oblivion
    So deep and dark, you can't see through the other side.
    I'm sinking into that darkness like quicksand.
    Very slowly, but at a deathly pace.
    Who will save me from this horrible demise?
    NOBODY!
    I can't get out by myself, but nobody will help save me.
    So all that I can ask is a simple request.
    Please make it quick.
    Don't make me suffer much longer.
    Just take me away from this misery and pain.
    Take me far, far, far away.