Oh but how hollow I have seen myself
And the mirror deceives as it gleams my reflections off the walls
But it is only me.
It is only me.
Darling, what that I have past the time where I had once loved.
And in this I have landed somewhere far away
Far far into the beyonds of plains that your minds-eye could never go beyond.
I have seen it!
I have captured it…
But where do you sleep now?
Is it not in the same way as you have before?
But then why do I struggle?
Why do I pine for something that does not exist?
My dear, my dear,
But you see that I am who I have always been!
That much I have seen, that much I must see.
For I am the madman that stalks,
and never leaves