The things that I have seen, I can see no more.
The things that I have heard, are but constant flickering sounds of ancient deafness.
Of the things that once filled my pale skin with burning sensations, are but mere empty, silent impressions left.
These are nothing but ever-fading memories in the sands of ever-changing deserts, in the cold core of coiled time.
And in this endless moment, a single thought is hanging in the stillness of the sky.
All that is left inside, pulsating like a neutron star through every vain;
One thought of you, invariably serene.