I know of a land where none but I have been Not a land between seas but a land of within The familiar becomes fear A home becomes a stage The room whispers empty I yell back in rage The walls have me captive Outside is but lore For the clouds upon the ceiling send floods through my door A plea sent through the waves for mere grace to stay afloat But the sound heard in the gap are the thoughts inside my throat Like running from a bee when you become aim of its sting The past will pierce you again with the daggers that it brings The moon sings the stars' ode My soul beside me it lays for no one else would I bid goodnight from the grave