Inside

Written in blood are these verses so cold,
mired in the darkness
of my heart untold.
Unknown, unspoken and yet so loud,
feelings of mine, my questions, my doubts.
Answers are sought for,
but they're found the least,
like running in the darkness,
a beauty from a beast.
The truth or the false will these ever find,
still trapped in a cell, not of bars, of mind.
As the shades grow darker, as the lights dim,
I've a fear, a scare of death deep within.
Will my final breath be so loud
to make a point to the world, to shimmer a cloud.
The solutions will my questions ever know,
cause they're locked away in a place
from friend or foe.