Writers Jam

You've just had a crazy day,
And you can't wait to get home.
What's the use of the pay,
That you call your "living",
with no life and no one to call your own?
Waiting at the door bell, only to realise no one is on the other side,
So I decide, I pretend, I never call this place home.

I am caught,
In this prison of my thoughts.
It's all I hear,
Not a soul near
And I let that fly spend the night.
On the walls I hang the fears that don't let me sleep,
Can't wake up next to the jar of the tears I keep.
But it does get cozy, I can not lie,
Layers after layers and sheets of my plight,
To protect myself from the monster I am,
What a scam.
I'm a cocoon and I've spun this beautiful cot,
To sit, to sleep, do nothing but rot.

Oh how I enjoy on my water bed,
in the middle of the ocean with spikes all around,
That's how I sleep with my demons safe and sound,
For no disturbance, there is a scope here,
I stay forever ready to strike all love with my spear.