Searching for the treasure that my father left behind I am walking at the bottom of the sea Cutting any contact with the world I heard is out there stuck inbetween my thoughts and reality I planned it to perfection 52 weeks of reflection my existence in the hands of this worm Fragments of the outcome perfect melodies and rhymes I opened up my hands and lost it all I spent a year all alone I have disappeared I am leaving the world all the time, my dear, I was never here This fire, the sweet burning hell within Write me out of this poem Walking through valley of my memories and dreams red crosses of the places I could live I thought I kept them safe, hidden well behind the screen Through their eyes it's not real if it's unseen But they hacked it and they crashed it evidence of my existence the empire I've worked on all my life 20 years of moments disappeared into the omen the reflection of my being in the blade of a knife I spent a year all alone I have disappeared I am leaving the world all the time, my dear, I was never here This fire, the sweet burning hell within Write me out of this poem