It doesn't make a difference now-
I don't think anyone can save me,
Because i'm lost somewhere in my mind,
In peace with insanity.
If you want to contact whatever is left of my existance,
Then you'd need a lot of phone cards to call by long distance,
Patience, to help me get through this,
Yet it's too late-
My soul and heart aren't filled with hate,
But with emptiness;
I am so hollow, is this my destined fate?
Stuck in this wretched corpse,
Trying to set free.
But who could save me?
No one.
Could someone even try?
Yes, but they would only beg for their time for liberation-
Away from me.
