I pace alone in the walls of my mind.
Looking closely for someone to find.
And as I open a door, another appears.
As I travel the dome, no one is here.
So I trace ribbons in my arm.
Doing more than minor harm.
And with the last stitch to my collection.
I find I have no recollection.
Where did I go and who am I?
What happened here in my mind eye?
Blank visions a blur, fading in color.
But I knew my heart would always suffer.