Inside the silent and pale hides the agony of worlds To roam unprotected in daytime haste It's the sleep of the lonely, it's the tragedies of man It's the curse of the defect It's a life passed, not lived Childlike outbursts hides the old man's woes Feeble cries of the voice never heard I dread these four walls, the mind's eye's secluded caverns Forever caged in a fool's procession A sense of betrayal with every repeated word Misguided comfort to still the rage inside Surely I feel, you've all let me down In lacrimose night I see, it is not the case Tend my wounds, you may Burnish the surface of scars that never heal The grey of life's torn fabric, a canvas befouled The core of the darkest thought, only a hint of sorrows to come