Stuck

Won't find my way out,
Endlessly I roam,
All to no avail;
In this scary place called home

I shall play nasty,i shall play nice
Till the heavens bless my Art,
Till the night of my undoing,
When terror breaks my heart

Wake me now and end the dream
Too much for one sleepy head,
With an open eye but nothing I see;
Just visions of the dead

Look they had dreams they held so dear,
What became of them?
Whispers of trepidation fill the air;
Thoughts of possible mayhem

Silently I creep from within myself
In a vain bid to run,
Then I'm caught between my faith and fear;
Left with nowhere to turn

Back to my light-less existence
Plunged into deeper despair,
Peeping I shudder in utter terror
Knowing nobody cares.