As I try to reflect
When I try to perform
On my time never spent
For the future I mourn

It's not always safe
I'm alone in my bed
I long for embrace
In my echoing head


All words are now useless
All money far worse
All rejection, relentless
All inhibiting curse



I'll love her forever
She understands that
But there something persuades her:
We're not worth working at

Trusting in Cog

Life gets harder, when
That candle keeps burning
Inside, hypnotised
Not the end of telling
My heart is torn between
The two that keep dividing me

And this space between us
Leaves me feeling like I'm paralysed
(But I'm only trying to make it better)
Is there no other way
No other way to go?
When you're so far away, I feel I'm paralysed

Please wake up...

I open my eyes: the smell of morning skin, soft touch of your hair, your breathe I breathe in.
The reality chases and catches up on actual alertness... I'm awake, a daydream: alone. Silence.

I jerk back in and out of a daydream self. A backwards day, water surrounds.

Charting through old water that I pushed away to drown. Into one another.

To find and be found. This is what I've set out to do. Where is this door?

A cool breeze wrapping its smell around my skin. Please wake up. Please break out.

I approach unfamiliar ground. Left standing with the air swirling silently.
Mind bending strategy game. Running though obstacles on a land never ventured.

The vessel stares back at me. From every angle, the menacing smile latches on.
The talking walls speak and spell my life story. My past life.

The crumbling starts. Inch by inch the ground takes over.
I hit land, so it seems... The dirt chokes up my legs. Strong air shoots down my throat.

The wretched clench of my insides. Unspeakable anguish. The fucking contortion.
Siren of loneliness. This is real isn't it? Can't tell these days, the longest fucking days.

I'm close... Very close. But something isn't right. A horrifying realization is swept over me.
Home. The empty of home. All I've known is gone. All I've loved is lost. Silence.

The mission must stay focused. I work day in and day out. To create. To recreate.
Memories left behind. A new life, a new journey. I've built anew. For mankind... for my kind.

Between the Buried and Me - Hypersleep Dialogues