Silent Battles

I wake up to days that feel the same, No spark, no fear nor a flame Colours breed to dull grey, Silence eats the words I say, I walk through crowds yet alone, Deep inside me ice is sown, I desire to wing myself high, but something in me says you better die, I am all sore inside out, Yet on a path to find my where about, I hope this journey ends soon, so I can finish building my cocoon