i got used to living outside myself for all these years i thought of things far, far away that i'm now having lost all these things roaming a cold place looking for an exit that i can never find and though a hope haunts me keeps creeping up to me snaps at me like a dying wolf taking its last bite what's inside of me i keep for myself there are things that cannot be expressed cause there are no words to do so and if there were words noone could understand them