trapped within four walls
in an unforgiving daze,
as again, lust calls 
and I beg for a touch to set me ablaze

on too many occasions have I seen the heavens turn from black to blue
am I justified to say that I need to be with you?
I almost feel sickeningly apologetic, for having a hatred towards being alone
but why is it that I find myself either going mad or helplessly waiting by the telephone?
maybe this is the end
what a shame
I still have love letters to send
I feel frostbitten inside, and I am sure you feel the same 

...I cannot sleep, and it is torture