I am claustrophobic,
Locked up in this dark room of mine.
So dark I can't see.
It's a shame, really,
To not see the masterpiece before me.
I built it myself, you know.
Brick by brick,
Out of dead heart-beats and broken things.
Oh, how I've always loved the broken things.
Tie them together, maybe things will get better-
But that's just wishful thinking.
There was a door, long ago
Away from stifling vacancy,
But you stole me away, and shattered the key.
And now,
It's just me.