• Isolation-
    rejuvenating the infection,
    running through my veins,
    my struggles thrown in vain,
    renovation still waiting,
    the voices yet speaking,
    trapped in these four walls,
    seeing what lurking shadows crawls,
    the terrifying chills-spreading like H.I.V.
    won't you let me be...
    free-

    This isolation taking over me.
    What are you waiting for to let me free!?
    Breaking these walls!
    Why do they have to be so tall!?
    With bloody fists-
    cuts in my wrists,
    screaming for someone-
    anyone,
    break these walls-
    set me free-
    NOW!!!!

    These voices talk to me no more, (no more)
    the bitter loneliness hurting more than before,
    wrapped in darkness-
    I am induced to being loveless,
    this isolation is constantly turning,
    the cuts are deeply burning,
    I shout-

    Let me out-let me be-
    set me free (set me free...)
    nothing less-nothing more-
    is all I ask... from within my core,
    hurry now, hurry then-
    life is cutting short-with a stroke of a pen...
    I let go-

    The chair falls, along with my hopes,
    neck tied up in ropes,
    infected with the infectious isolation,
    deceased-not waiting for the recreation,
    I float in the emptiness,
    my eyes starting to cover in darkness.
    No more screaming-
    nor moaning,
    the room restoring it's silence,
    I sleep-die...