What is this feeling of strangeness that looms over me?
Is it fear of the future?
Or remembrance of the past?
I don't know how long this feeling will last,
But all my visions are made of glass,
And my clock stopped ticking a long time ago,
I feel like a ghost trapped in a world that's too alive,
The vibrant hallucinations make it harder to survive,
And everything is at a standstill,
The sun failed to rise on my horizon again,
My reflection is blurred in the absence of light,
I wish I were a star in this sky of night,
My surroundings turn white through my colorless eyes,
I see nothing, feel nothing, love nothing,
But if only I had the strength to resist the darkness,
Would the light truly be my salvation?
