Hope unknown. Sometimes just waking is surreal.  I walk right through the nameless ones.  I know that hope's unknown.  Sometimes the water feels so real.  As I walk through it fills my lungs, my god, I'm drowning.  This day never seems to end.  This pain, never.  The rage I can not let go.    I hear them calling my name.  I feel them gnawing out holes through flawless souls.    So alone. Sometimes I swear that I can hear the taunting of the voiceless ones.  I fear that I alone fear those who finally ceased to feel that they're alone  inside this place.  I am the misplaced.  Now every face, it looks familiar...  then every face would melt away until...  now everyone, do you know, I know your deception?