The walls are soft,
But the echos are lone,
This cage of bones,
Long and tone,
Holds me tight,
And seeps in stone,
A brawl for control begins,
And the desire from within,
Turns the cold world around me,
Into napalm fields of smoke,
The flooring is gone,
But the ceiling's cloned,
This minefield of tar,
Oozes and crusts over,
Holds me tight,
And devours my home,
A battle for dominance ceases,
And the fire burning within,
Turns the cold world around me,
Into a disaster zone so dark,
I was promised a diamond,
But all I got was coal.
