Empty Dreams

I'm lost inside, the darkness that lives within my eyes,
here is where I abide, just me and my pain filled cries,
I'm tortured in my mind, as the nights drag on and on,
and the only wish that I can find, is that I want these eternal nights to be gone,
even though my eyes may see light, my soul does not,
for through the years of night, the day my soul has forgot,
I will always reside in this pain, that I never show,
and within I stay insane, from the darkness I cry below,
within my darkened cage, I'm locked away from the light,
inside the bars I age, locked in an empty lonely night,
I want a lending hand, someone to unlock the gate,
always inside these bars to stand, may be my eternal fate,
I hope for freedom before death, just to see the day,
only to feel warmth before my last breath, is the reason I stay,
death could set me free, death could be my friend,
because death has a key, it could bring day and the cold night's end,
but death I haven't met, I haven't shook death's hand,
therefore the light isn't seen yet, and within these bars I still stand,
I stand behind these tortured bars, and cry in the cold,
I'm left here with wounds and scars and the story they have told,
stories of victory the scars do not tell, the tale is written in the blood they've bled,
a book of torment and of hell, has been written in the darkest red,
only if each crimson drop, would somehow wash away the pain,
the torments and eternal night would stop, and I'd no longer be insane,
I walk the darkened shores, of my nightly world that's bound in iron bars,
shut and locked forever I find these doors, to a cage that's left me only with scars,
if only I saw death, I would take his hand,
and take my very last breath, and be set free from this land,
yes, I'd say to the question of a dance, and walk by death's side,
to walk onto his floor and take a chance, and dance until I died,
we would glide across that floor, we would dance like a song,
he would unlock my prison's every door, and give me the freedom for which I long,
light would come closer with every step we took, dancing hand in hand,
my shore of pain would get farther with every with every look, distanced every grain of sand,
I would reach out to no longer feel the cold, but the warmth and heat of light,
no matter how gray or how old, I long to be without the night,
no matter how dark it may seem, I cannot call death to my door,
but I am aloud to dream, as I lay on this cold and hardened floor.