Devil's visit, Darkened senses

What I take is what I'll be
Identity is lost through these walls
Blinding white surrounding me

Deep in sorrow exploding with rage
All these things are left in me
With clean soul and my ill mind
Trying to find what is real

All alone, I made these choices
And When it's cold, I hear voices
Through these walls I search for skies
Only whispers - through these cries

No escape here only margins
Longing only to be free
Out of powers I am chained here,
Why won't I just let me be?

Sales are made here -Enter darkness
My own soul's a market place
Trading hours for my essence
No way had my heart left a trace

All alone, I made these choices
And When it's cold, I hear voices
Through these walls I search for skies
Only whispers - through these cries