I dance in a pitch black room,
No one can see me there.
To only sounds, gentle cloth,
Floating in the air.
No one can see my fluent sways,
No one can see me dance
But still I dance to pass the time,
Whenever I have the chance.
I like the air of silence,
Drifting all around,
I like the fact no one knows I'm there,
I can never be found.
So I spend my days dancing,
Forever in my room,
I'm hiding from my demons,
Won't you dance with me too?
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Dusting all her yesterdays She keeps them to herself There's no-one left to share The years she keeps upon the shelf An empty whiskey bottle Is the only sign of life She's worn around the edges Never...
Wrapped tight in my warm sleepy cocoon This is where I want to stay Slumber for hours and hours on end Stay in the quiet dark and miss out the day.
How did I reach here. Filled with fear But no single tear With my skies so unclear How did I become so numb.
A milky haze swallows me. As the mist rolls across the field. I raise my arms, as if to embrace. And to the clouds I yield. The air is cool and bitter. It carries the smell of sea.
Isolation. White room. Padded doors. Writings on the wall, drawings of a golden moon. Stories of an forbidden island and it's shores. Barred windows. The voice calling from the blackness.
A silent whisper is uttered, none hear it's as if it were stuttered. It's loud and its clear, the only problem being no one wants to hear.
I want to see what I look like through other peoples eyes. I want to see if they can see what lies beneath. I want to see if they can see what I'm hiding.
Lock the door. Can't take it anymore. I'll sit here alone. And admire the stone. Watch sunshine creep in. Mind drifts, yelling begins. I'm not for it. I'll stay away and never quit. Being Separate..
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