Deep space, isn't close to deep enough
For as long as I'm conscious peace can't exist
A black hole could never be deep enough
To absorb the desolation of my multiverse,
The place that isn't even illuminated enough to light a light bulb
Where no one knows whether they see clearly, or are blind
No place could be so desolate, not even that place.

They sought conscious deprivation,
In the hell of that which makes our tides turn
By even in a place where sound ceases to travel
It isn't nearly quiet enough to block out the sound

The bitter chorus of the fallen blast proverbs into my ears
Even in places I thought were private
My thoughts carefully disarrayed and arranged in a particular order
Where order doesn't exist

But as I conjectured the place of no escape has been escaped
A venomous honey swirls into my veins
But honey is only so thick, and doesn't disrupt the choir.
The Prism betrays me yet again
But is also my best friend

Is there anybody out there?
I would nod, but you speak so loudly I cannot hear you
Only a thousand lost causes rasp at my eardrums
when they have already penetrated my heart
And desecrated my eyes, branded my eyelids.

I am jealous of those don't have the ability to see or hear,
Because these are mans greatest flaws
I curse the undone pristine of my ignorant soul
But it is too late.

Hey you, out there in the cold; getting lonely, getting old...can I join you?