Sometimes I feel so alone
Confined to this internal prison
Where nothing inspires or excites me
Forcing me to operate like a drone.
Words of comfort are a waste
They fall on deaf ears
As I close my mind to the world
Not wanting to open up in haste.
Old scars still indicate what’s not well
I drown in the sulphur of lies
Cannot recognise the air so pure
Detached from reality and alone in my hell.
Dreaming that someone will save me
As I crumble to the floor
Consumed by demons of life that’s past
Hoping that you will set me free.