In a sphere, I am confined, a silent tomb,
Nothing but a tree amidst the endless gloom.
Screaming out for help, but echoes fade away,
In the void, my desperate cries decay.
With the tree I stand, my mind begins to churn,
Should I cut it down, make the fire burn?
Invisible the flames, yet I feel the heat,
In this pyre's glow, my heart and soul meet.
The blaze unseen, yet it sears my skin,
Reflecting all the turmoil deep within.
The flames of illusion, they dance and twist,
In this prison of despair, I can’t resist.