Caged Existence

When everything I know has faded away
When there is nothing left for me to say
What can I do with my remaining days?
I'm a Technicolor figure in a world full of greys

I stare at the walls that trap me like a cage
I write my somber thoughts down on the page
All of the thoughts floating 'round in my head
They go straight to the page, they shall never be said

Silence surrounds me, no voice but my own
Another year passes, and still I'm alone
What can I do to change my destiny?
How can my dreams become reality?

I reach for the door, but the handle is gone
It was there yesterday, but I waited too long
Now I must find another way to escape
But with no other exits, I'm afraid it's too late

And so the days pass by, 1, 2, 3, 4, 5
Though I exist, I know I'm not alive
I am just waiting for my body to fail
And then, for the other side, I shall set sail