Four walls, all black, no windows...
Yet somehow I can see the world around me. It's so vivid, so real.
I can't touch it, can't be part of it though somehow I am.
Not living, only existing.
The only true sound is the painful thump, thump, thumping of my own heart.
Everything else I experience is a lie.
Please come find me here in this cube of monotonous agony.
Pull me out of this shallow grave and into being...