Some try to hide
others expose their pain
but each within alone
and waiting
to be touched, to be touched
Jailed, sanctuaried
but you're empty
only containing
whats is brought into the realm
breaking down into nothing
numbing, maddening and real
They were silent
always battling
with the chameleon room
and heaven and hell
and themselves
Hazy, not warm nor cold
cornerless, soft, no windows
a voice we hate
tells us nothing
That we're nothing at all
just right or so wrong
You decide when you enter
and feel your true self
your true self
or what you want
or what you want
You're jailed, sanctuaried
but you're empty
only containing
what you bring into the realm
you're breaking down into nothing
numbing, maddening
you can't feel

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