i have served it well , and i can already feel it tugging , prodding , caressing my mind , sending its the loneliness of the spheres they sing their songs of sorrow but i can not hear they sing their songs of pain and still i can not hear i add my own voice to the song but no one can ever hear i am alone eternal solitude is my being i am afraid eternal fear is my being i am unoccupied eternal sloth is my being around me there is darkness darkness is my life around me i feel nothing deadened is my life around me there is nothing nothing is my life eternity is my name loneliness is my being the song of emptiness goes undiscovered the song of loss is never heard the song of pain is never wept the spheres float endlessly through the empty infinite never touching , never seeing each protecting a life-soul-essence from the hungering dark outside but do the spheres seek ever to consider the thought-processes of their wards ?