It echoes over and over inside my head.

"I'm not here"

The only thought that seems to remain.

I don't walk among the world anymore

On the legs of the living

I am haunted by the looks

So empty and sightless

Like "I 'm not here"

I have faded from the world

And prayed to God be set free

But it was the devil who answered me

And chained me to this faded

Half-life existence

That isn't life

And certainly isn't death

For in death's arms

I could find restful comfort,

But I find no rest

I find no comfort

Because the arms I find myself in

Are the arms of the devil himself.