Prison of Heaven
I have to run from the fear in this place
It's like a fog around fumes from a sleeping dragon
stubborn red scales hard as shale
a cave stocked with bitterness and isolation
a suffocating spirit giving me an empty love
really no love at all
a dim, blurred version of reality
don't you trip on the stones in darkness?
the soul thirsts for something else, this doesn't satisfy
stay there and put all you want no change without grace
yet it waits patiently at the door
when will you let it in?