Lost

held in abeyance, a prison guarded by pain... suspended like clouds, ready to fall like rain.. drenched in derision, with a laconic control, beguiled by time, a decamped soul. torpid and detached in an aimless reverie tranquilized and sodden, lost in soliloquy I'm waking and shaking in this state of not knowing lost who I am, and i wonder if it's showing... I'm not myself. and I'm filling these voids with things that destroy could you find me and remind me who i am? could you wake me and take me back home?