fauxcroft

Dank wet walls

Cold wet floor,

Rusty iron bars

On my cell door,

No windows

No natural light,

Sounds of suffering

Screaming all night,

I fear everything

I see figures in the darkness,

No matter how I try

I can’t reside in calmness,

This nightmare is torturing me

But this is a place I choose to be,

This is my conscious state

My own mentality,

This is my own cell

And I hold the key,

But I won’t open the door

I won’t set myself free,

What in the name of God

Is happening to me,

And despite my screams

Nobody else hears me,

I am a prisoner of my own

Self created insanity.

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