Stuck in this situation,
In this closet,
Locked.
This closet caving in,
Conveying my darkest dreams,
To the outside,
An unlocked situation.
The key,
Beheld from me,
Out there,
In her mind.
The fate of me,
In her hands,
And heart,
Dwelling deep within.
This fear unnerving,
Hoping not,
For cold heartedness,
But for sympathy.
But not for thee,
Me confined,
Like in a morgue,
With dead dreams hovering.
Twisted thoughts,
Only thought by we,
The convicts,
Convicted for love.
Trapped by a heart,
Warm blooded,
With feelings,
This is our downfall.
This,
The cause of destruction,
Destroying the keyhole,
No way to escape.
Confined to this closet,
To be there for eternity,
No other to enter,
And the captor is love.
So say hello to solitude,
And good-bye to sanity,
For we are here,
And they are there.
We have no contact,
Nor do we need any,
No pain this way,
No happiness either.
Why no middle,
This conclusion so harsh,
Its pains me to live,
So I will say good-bye.
This one final time,
No longer here,
For your games,
Good-bye.