This piece is a Queensryche song called Empty Room and it's in Braille. I'm a certified Braillist so you'll just have to trust me when I say thats what it is. But these lyrics were stuck in my head, when the girl I had fallen for and was having those "young man" dreams of being a real man some day, died, as I waited to see her. I tried to kill myself the day of her funeral and it ended up being the beginning of my criminal life. I was so depressed, I just had to go away where I didn't know anyone or recognize anything, so I stole golf clubs to get some money together. I rationized it by thinking that the people I was stealing for, were rich and could afford it. Crazy, right...