The madness is gone
Suffocated and buried
In layers of linen
Wrapped so tight, keeping me warm
Stepped into a new time
A dimension without recognition
Where I am the only stranger
Running from the past
Where I was unfamiliar in the mirror
And known by everyone
I feel my chaos
Pounding in my chest
Spreading through limb to limb
Trying to find anyway out
What I have hidden from
The things I miss the most
Too intertwined to distinguish
I have to focus on his face
But when I am unguarded
I feel him wrap around me
Whispering gifts and sorrows back to an old soul
No one may bring me liberation or chains
These confines are ones that I have created with my own blind hands
I will re-learn to sing my own lullabies