Confined in Mind
Darkness, isolation
Nothing more and nothing less
Longing for no more
Than a gentle, sweet caress
The room is getting smaller
It is crushing
It shows no mercy
All that I know
Is what I first see
When I walk into a room
Scrambled are my thoughts
Emotions
Locked away in little cells left to rot
Never shown they are
To those outside
Who seemingly are blind
Blind to my eyes
Empty hearts, stone hearts
Everyone, everywhere
There is density all around
There is weight in the air
Shoulders grow weak
With heaviness undefined
The weight of worlds forevermore
Holding down the outside
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