In a hollow shell, the echoes of a fading dream knock on the doors I am forced to close. Door after door, lock after lock, I shut myself out from the corridors that I had foolishly wandered along, believing myself worthy of a choice. Of freedom and of joy. How wrong I have been shown to be.

Each moment a struggle, I force myself to breathe as I walk onto a path that will leave my self behind. To exist only in form when the soul itself has died, I lay imprisoned in a cage that I choose to deny.

Once came and now gone, I don't remember who it is that I am.

I bid my self farewell..