Locked Inside

All that you see

Or seem to envision

Could soon be made free

Of your inhibition

But your indecision

Refuses volition

To enter the void and let go of suspicion

The light at the end is your human condition

We aimlessly wander this road to perdition

In search of the signs, to exit these minds

They flicker in red

As the devil lies sleeping

In bed with our head

And the truths we are seeking

Floorboards are creaking

The faucet is leaking

The bumps in the night oh so restlessly creeping

In attics and cellars, in tongues they are speaking

The spiders and bats war with serpents and rats

Yet we still find no peace

Behind doors we then close

To the world we decease

Our open windows

Refracting these woes

On the withering rose

In the darkest of corners of no one else knows

Of the troubles I've seen where no sign of life grows

Counting crows as it dies in a room locked inside