Never a way, to envision the unknown Nor the quickening, falling footsteps Of my past, lingering closer, else shut Now a sensation, and I'm not all alone A bottomless, upset churning Occurring within a lowly being And a swift conclusion, To force myself away Modest similarity, cannot be When you imply of forlorn faces Only sketched upon this previous image And yet they're smiling, always back at me Even more embedded in a silhouette That no one should fulfill I alone, in a meantime error A portrait stolen, From the first-floor cellar A noiseless scream, echoes about Parallel laughs, and familiar doubts Never subsiding, just entire toleration The infiltration begins Ever meant for the world Just a half-lighted future Believe what you can Die alone, all I ask I alone, from this past