Wall of Prevention

When I am alone, as of late
At the darkness of my walls, I stare 
I feel a creeping death, cold, fate
I hear angry rushes in my ear
"Bleed me so you can feel again."
Though the pain, it is already so deep
Hardly can I any longer pretend
That when darkness falls I'm not afraid to sleep
That when daylight comes to an end
I don't fear for my wellbeing
I want to, I need to cry
I need it, tears in my eyes
But when I feel the rush that exceeds my fears
No, they come not, I cannot cry
I cannot
I.