Dreams of water and thorns

From the breath I breath to the stairs I see
I am lost and never free
I walk on thorns and ice
As i inhale my toxic vice
Whats the point...
The sun rises and falls
But the heat i can not feel
I dream of dreams i had when young
And feel what is left that i have
Whats the point if every thing is salted beyond belief
And the only water to drink are my walls
Keeping me traped.
Cold summer waters
Just let me be