I often lock myself inside
To a quiet place where I can hide
A feeling of cellophane wrapped around my head
A pile of darkness growing in my bed
A cloud of words looming around
It's time for me to hit the ground
Letting it slip away all too fast
Never letting go of everything in the past
My favorite color suddenly fades to black
Silence in my mind is constantly coming back
My new house is now in my bed
Under the sheets I go with tears starting to shed
I sing a lullaby from start to finish
Everything I once knew is bound to diminish
I say goodbye to the world once again
And say hello to the darkness inside my head

When the darkness peeks through my doors at night, tell me why I feel the chill of eyes.
In my feelings of loneliness, I tend to find the glowing embers in charcoal colored eyes every time the lights are out.
Tell me who's there.
If you are the entity that watches me, tell me this: do you like what you see or do you pity me the way I long to be pitied?