Dark seclusion here in the deep.
Yawning, drifting, never finding sleep.
When what I want is to escape,
the shadowed forms now taking shape.
Screaming, screaming in my head
As I am kept awake in bed.
Twisted sheets that chain and bind
Tortured soul of tortured mind.
And when the silence creeps around
Heavy, hurting, this lack of sound.
Where do you find your solace, friend
You chose solitude in the end.
Apr 24, 2013
Apr 24, 2013 at 2:44 PM UTC
Dark seclusion here in the deep.
Yawning, drifting, never finding sleep.
When what I want is to escape,
the shadowed forms now taking shape.
Screaming, screaming in my head
As I am kept awake in bed.
Twisted sheets that chain and bind
Tortured soul of tortured mind.
And when the silence creeps around
Heavy, hurting, this lack of sound.
Where do you find your solace, friend
You chose solitude in the end.
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