I'm starting to lose track of the time
Has it been days? Hours?
If someone told me it's been years, I'd believe them...
Before, the sun came up,
And so many things happened that made time meaningful.
Things like breakfast, or late night TV...
In this place,
I don't eat or drink anymore.
I can't tell if I'm awake or dreaming.
I can't even tell if I'm dead or alive.
It's just nothing but pitch black silence.