Desperation.

as i look down, my smile melts into a frown
my bright white shirt was tainted in dots of red.
the specks, spread out like tears, were dark.
from undearneath my skin, run down my face, embarked.

escaped from this chamber of pity and sorrow.
they've accomplished the one thing that i can only dream of.
maybe someday i'll muster up the courage
to do the impossible and fly away like the trapped dove i am.

but for now i'll sit here with no lock, and no key.
i'm unable to turn any handles, and i'm unable to break the seal.
i'll subconsciously think of a way to make myself free.
but until that day i'll just sit here and pretend to be real.

sitting in a room with no door, windows, or color
being trapped in this black abyss, the only happiness i have
closing my eyes and imagining the colors that i miss so much
i miss my senses more than you could ever know.

if i hold out my hand, there's no way for me to be sure it's real.
the only thing i see is darkness, my flesh does not glow.
once again, i feel trapped as i try to imagine a seal
i try to think of a way out.. but i know the truth.

i know that i'm trapped in my prison with no key
i know the jail guard will never return with three meals
i know that the only way i'll ever be free is to run
but how do i run if i can't even find my own feet?

i've given up on trying to escape. the key is dust in the wind.
i wish that there was a way for reality to somehow find me
but i know that i'm buried under what people can never uncover.
i'll enjoy what i can of this life that i know isn't real
while secretly hoping that someone will discover my tomb.