Hearing strange voices surrounded by emptiness br Listening to the sounds of peaceful nothing br Where there is no soul that could ever imagine br The thoughts that transpose in your head br On the brink of utter insanity br Then comes the guidance of light br As I am troubled by the presence of life br Continuing to follow the direction of thought br Gazing at the stars of this forgotten night br While the whisper of the wind grasps my earsbr br Nyrical Poetbr br