My room is my cage,
the shadows of the light,
threw the curtain,
shining on the wall,
resemble the bars.

The empty Isolation of no other presence,
but death's
imprisonded by love,
tears of acid,
to strong to hold inside.
When did this become a prison,
my proson.

Here's where I held my lover...
once apon a time,
now a prison,
no happy ending here,
just a monster,
wanting to break free,
of it's pain,
it's missery,
it's emptiness.