A smile slips across his face as he eyes his goal
A wicked temptation, always there...

Beaten, lying in the black dust
Am I lost? Am I forgotten...

I'm sitting in the library
It's where I think I am at least...

A peak stretches out in front of me
A snaking path leading up and up...

Where are you now?
Are you living it up without me...

A thousand miles of upward streams
Eternities searching melancholy dreams...

My hands have found a pen again
My heart prepares to spill...

A long echo in the silent night
A caw from a jet black crow...

Are we still here?
Am I alone...

I'm at the bottom
There may be a broken ladder...

Your laugh's hiding fear and anger and anxiety
Filled with the flaws of this hypocrite society...

Sleepy eyes, dreaming mind
Eyes stalking me from slumber...