Each time I sleep,

I waver, and ponder on thee

Open and thee free.

Where my faults along with

Another's uncertainties lie in false testimony.

And here I lie.

Without a care in the world.

In a room,

That is both hot and cold,

In its own many unusual, and diverse ways.

Within this room,

I feel as though every second I am being strangled.

By both a light and Darkness.

A light by which covers both a part of me,

And a future for me.

A darkness that blinds me.

A darkness that surrounds me.

And then there's that darn darkness,

That just won't get rid of me.

That very darkness got me here in the first place.

That very person who destroyed me.

Is the person,

Who has confined me.