I am lost in a temporal cloud of age and doubt
In my recollections, years were not tantamount to this many novel fears
Every step forward requires great and heavy effort
Your ancient words are the chains that hold me back
Bed is like a magnet every morning, a bittersweet desire to rest a little longer

To be awake is to be apprehensive
Of the six walls that are full of eyes
Imaginary or not, their gaze is cold as ice
Always look below, never behind, forward, above, right, or left
For danger of being caught alive, transforming your own happiness once again into a hapless victim of theft

Since when did you possess the ghost?
A mind becoming empty
A body becoming weightless
Floating above yourself
Were these always my hands?
Was this always my face?
Who is it in the mirror
Staring back so emptily?

Why when you wish to cry
Do no tears come out?
Why when you wish to scream
Does no voice call out?

When this veil of shadows falls over my head,
Their voices whisper:
From darkness we emerged, and to darkness we shall return.