I sleep too much

Disconnected out of touch

When I’m burning it to the ground

Who is really around

It’s looking like the lost and found

echoes are the only haunting sound

Care turns to distrust 

Born to run at the winds slightest cold gust

A mind imprisoned in a cell

An inmate begging for positive mail

I needed a guiding light

I’ve lost my sight

In moments of fright 

Senses reach their height

Temporal lobes at war

Finding a heart that cared was an empty chore

I needed loyalty 

Empty promises are all I see