Too quiet in this house
Alone I sit in my head
Waiting to hear your voice
Longing to touch your skin

Feeling so distant in this place
With no one to call a friend
Reaching out of this trap
Wanting to let your eyes find me

The ringing in my ears growing louder
With each passing day my identity
Fading away into those distant shadows
Trying to find myself a tiny grain on the beach

Silent I escape to a world where I am me
Freedom from my fears impales the heart
The shackles release and I loose myself again
Searching for those answers lost so far with in

In this cell the confines are unspoken
Yet my soul longs for escape of torture
The pleasure of the pain you provide
Desiring the wholesome truth

So still in this fortress
Solitary soldier on the canvas
The walls close behind my eyes
Welcoming the solitude.