There was an illusion around this place.

Only I have been disillusioned,

But only by fault of this face.

The one I saw in a mirror.

I was locked away for a long time.

Eventually I broke free from my prison.

I set out to reclaim what was mine.

Maybe find those villains too.

Loneliness settled in my heart.

Only crazed voices filled my mind.

Maybe if I was smart,

I would actually listen to them.

This world was lousy when I was alone.

There was no one here, nothing roamed.

Sooner or later, I would probably be bones.

Would I prefer the latter?

The wind laughed at me.

The dark sky loomed from above.

Spirits leave me be!

But then, I would be alone.

As if I wasn't before,

In this unending desert.

Perhaps find myself nevermore.

Oh well I will find my own home.

Am I turning emo?

Oh God, I hope not.

I guess I missed the memo,

Telling me when my heart stopped.