See through the forgotten glass,
glowing with the holy colors,
its vibrancy laid across the tile floor below,
shadows casting the figures of eden
all but lost among the setting sun.

i am stuck in a glass box.
No I'm not a mime
and no I'm not Houdini
Though my legs are tied with chains I cannot seem to find the key to
Pulling me down behind metal doors and locks snapped shut
By my own doing, I am my own victim
The walls I’ve built above myself are now a sarcophagus I find comfort in
My grave dug deeper than the 6 feet recommendation,
The breathing space I have seems only to fill with water
The more I push away the help I crave,
The more I doubt I will get it.
With grave robbers visiting my tomb often
I am now use to the feeling of losing parts of myself I will not see again
Always being told from a young age to not give my whole heart away
But never fully listening
The iron gates I’ve built around myself
, impenetrable to those wanting to see in.
After the numerous moments I’ve wished id kept them shut
For those only wanting to take,
only give more reason to keep them locked.

Without your arms holding me at night, without your voice lulling me into the darkness
i cannot shake the feeling of being nothing more than alone,
the vast sky turning its cold back to me, left with only the empty stars to cradle me to sleep.