When I pry open my tired eyes

And my exhausted soul begins to writhe

The ghostly wind whips through the pane

The dark air on which I survive

The rough thickness of my restless sheets

The stolen smiles on my shadowed walls

Through my brittle, hollow door

My still body feels the deafening call

Paralyzed and ensnared in time

Trapped in my rigid body

Feeling their presence all around me

Unable to speak softly

This is where I lay wrapped in cold comfort

The prison where my mind roams

The darkest and softest cage I know

The place that I call home.