Hundreds of words in me.
Lost within this mind.
I seek for words I cannot find.

But what are words to me?
Emotionless and empty.

You can swear, you can lie.
You can mean it, you can die.
You can tell me all you wish for me to know.
Words with agony, words with sorrow

But what are words to me?
Emotionless and empty.

You can tell me it is pointless.
You can tell me it has no sense.
You can use the last breath you possess
You can use your very last chance.

But what are words to me?
Emotionless and empty.

Ive come to ignore your calls.
Falls truths of salvations you seek for me.
Ive come to see through those forbidden walls
I saw what you wanted from me.

What are your words to me?
Emotionless and empty.
False and without truth.
The only place where I belong to be.
Is a place without any of you.

Penned by my hand on the 9th of Miraman, in the year 368 AF.