Dropped into a world of flesh, a spirit shook off the ink
My words were never fully understood, even as I'd tried
These are dreams of a mad mind, everything out of sync
Imagining I can never truly live, demanding my egocide
Trapped by a physical, material world, too hard to think
In ideas found inside, deeply hiding, for fears to decide
My life a catastrophe, coping skills pushed to the brink
I am lost, despite being in the same place where I died
In a silence, my life always too loud, I needed a quiet
I gave all my ink to earn the final silence in my life
