The Strange Irony

Imprisoned in eternity Forever a soul forsaken No one knows how I came to be No one alive has seen how this began Isn't it amusing How strange one soul Will still compose The gold I hold within this hollow mold (These hallowed notes my only muse) Over and over while never getting older I scream into the darkness Over and over while never getting closer The dismal drone persists The strange irony held behind an empty mirror No face to hate No fate to trace The lines beneath these eyes Imprisoned in eternity Forever a soul forsaken No one knows how I came to be No one hears this tale I pen Oh well Orwell reprises his role Too well to sell me on a vision of insanity Not a method to a madness Just a severed soul in anguish Born from immortality