Secluded by a wall
No doors or windows.
Can't tell apart whispsers, the wind blows
Or hurricanes, locked away from them all.

Left, dark, hole like prison cell
Deathly chill burns so much
Skin cracks at the slightest touch
Lonliness is a deep, deep hell

Words echo softly, stressing the mind
Every demon ever had stands tall
No matter the size, screams are all
A piercing, broken window, kind

Awaiting death for escape, a way
To get out, freedom is a dream
So real that upon wakening a scream
Rips loose, agony with no words to say.

Fevered brain rants in solitude
No light to give shape.
Every curve becomes the devil
By darkness everything construed.

02/11/2002

Posted on 02/11/2002
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