Standing Still

Confusion lies inside me
i've made a ditch in the ground
i might fill it with water
jump in and swim down

the walls are closing in
bits and pieces are all that remain
i might suffocate now
the gems have turned to grains

the string is building strength
i can't sheild the poisoned arrows
i might cry out with envy
my words, short and narrow

the flames are scortching
rings of fire from within
i might be burned with hate
the heat this time could win

the knives stab and twist
a blackened red glow they release
i might say nothing through this pain
the cuts and strikes leave no trace

the memories are forgotten
tears of empty have stained
i might recover from these
i have lost many with nothing to gain