Trapped
I lay awake in bed, and look over the edge
Of the void that is my soul
As I keep looking still, with hopes it will be filled
And the fear that it may swallow me whole

I long to break free
From this captivity

I lay awake and stare, into the blackened air
Where the echo's call my name
I try to look away, but I'm in dissaray
From the static noise that's in my brain

I'm here for all to see
Under lock and key

I look into the sky, and let out a painfull cry
Why is my world like shattered glass
I'm clenching my fist, shaking where I sit
Waiting for this wave to pass

I've entombed myself
My own beautiful hell