The Darkness Of Non-Existance

I stood upon the sea,
Undisturbed, unchaged,
I seemed to not exist,
Not a bit of pain I felt.

When time I cannot see,
It ends and starts again,
There’s nothing left but to believe
My breaths are not in vain.

I cannot see ahead,
And I don’t want to look behind,
'Cause the soul in me is dead,
And my body is maligned.

When I reach out to the wind,
It’s like it hits a wall,
My hands begin to wilt,
And my skin starts to fall.

I wish someone saw my face,
For a mirror has no eyes,
And I wish they said my name,
In between the lines.

But I’m living in a cold cell,
Where no one knows I’m there,
I built the bars myself,
And I’ll never let me escape.