| My Own Prison A dimming light flickering in the dark buzzing with electricity damp and cold shivering my thoughts so overwhelming the rank smell of decay grows stronger as the hours slowly pass a silence so harsh it shreds my ears and I wish I could find the way out of the darkness so bleak and desperate but there are no doors only a maze of walls that lead to tired dead ends and then a footstep echoes through the despair but I haven�t moved in years more to follow closer now stopping inches away the light burns out and the darkness swallows me whole it doesn�t matter because I know you�re there beside me holding me close to ease my thoughts taking my hand to be my guide to show me the way out |