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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