Nothing stays with me, except
My woes and worries,
Nowhere to go other than
The dark labyrinth or my own mind.

Alone and aloof, only the
Pitch black of darkness with me
No one to look for and
Nobody to remember me

Where I am, I have no idea
How long also have no answer
If this place do have a name
What difference it makes

There is no day or night here, only
Emptiness enveloped in darkness
No date or name for the day, only
The crushing bang of solitude