have you ever sunk so low
in this sea of bones
that you've felt alone
in a crowded room?
have you ever tried to hide
from the things that were inside
the door that held impending doom?
and being full of something like pride,
have you ever set foot in that room?
I'm not scared of you
but of what you could do
and if you're waiting there
I'll stay right hereÂ
but the screams are so loud
in this home of my mind
and the things of which I'm not proud
have begun to unwindÂ
and even if I'm not sure
how can I endure
the constant fear in this placeÂ
I didn't want to fall in lace
have you even sunk so far
you forgot who you are
and you couldn't feel anything
but fear of what the next door might bring?
and if I cross, transfixed by lightÂ
then what's the reason I should fight
if it all reflects in the water tonight?
but the screams aren't so loud
in the place I'm not proud
maybe it's the silence
that creates my defianceÂ
but trepidation from who
and what else could I do
but stand in the doorway
with nothing to say?
if the monsters in my closet
are making a deposit
into the bank of my fears
I'm not sure that I'd be shocked
that my doom nears
and hiding from who
myself or youÂ
but if those two are me
then who could it be
that makes it so hard to see?
and in my nightmare
I'm not even scared
but I'm guided to a place
where I can't see my face
it's a strange place, I know
but you don't have to go
have you ever sunk so low
that the lights didn't glow?
and a clash of glass
hits the water like a wriggling bass
it's a bit of spilt wine
from the fear on which it dined
and I'm hiding from who
I don't know if its you
or  me
or something I can't see
have you ever felt alone
in a crowded room
have you ever had a feeling
of almost impending doom?