it used to be i was free now i live in the prison of emptiness in solitary with the past as my warden i weave loneliness into a cocoon of comforting imperviety i look around and see no end the face of loneliness has no horizons teetering on the edge of sanity i am drawn into the dark abyss of numbing monotony the dark is sweet comfort shrouding the sparks of love that blinds that binds that burns i am embalmed i am entombed i am safe please leave me be