Master and Slave

The voices inside are screaming,
Yet nothing will come out.
Feel empty and lonely,

Like a broken bud that didn't sprout.

Echoes of feeling,
Bounce off  shallow walls.
Invisible solid form,
Voiceless response of wavering calls.

Unable to flee,
Trapped with in.
Faint whispers of winds follow,
Taking me by my hand.

Afraid of what I can't feel,
It hurts to open my eyes.
Like a dream I can't touch,
Silent and tearless demise.

I can't be afraid,
Am I insane?
I am my master,
In am my slave.