Meph, again
Still inside the center
Of the eternally white room.
The silence is endless,
No shadows dare to loom.
And then comes the pounding
On every side, it pains
The one inside, resounding
Blows strike like acid rain.
And then the light burns
Like some terrible great fire
Which so greatly yearns
To enflame all on a pyre,
leaping higher, higher, higher.
And the pain, it does aspire
To torture all is its desire-
The desire of the Fire,
That terrible light.
And the pounding,
All resounding,
It goes on and never ends,
Forming a terrible headache
Which, piece by pieces rends
Apart my head.
Of the eternally white room.
The silence is endless,
No shadows dare to loom.
And then comes the pounding
On every side, it pains
The one inside, resounding
Blows strike like acid rain.
And then the light burns
Like some terrible great fire
Which so greatly yearns
To enflame all on a pyre,
leaping higher, higher, higher.
And the pain, it does aspire
To torture all is its desire-
The desire of the Fire,
That terrible light.
And the pounding,
All resounding,
It goes on and never ends,
Forming a terrible headache
Which, piece by pieces rends
Apart my head.