As this darkened light spreads across my crypt,
I realize I am the lonely soul, my hopes... no longer legit.
For sleeping and dreams, are my only means of escape.
A place where I am surrounded, and "functionally" feel safe.
This mortal existence no longer has any means.
Innuendo-educed scars handed down by these forsaken machines.
(S)ain't Sadists, have stepped in and ran their course.
Done as they pleased and vanished, I'm sure, with no remorse.
I take a moment to reflect on how I got here.
My brain kicks in to overdrive, grinding every single gear.
I find a corruptive comfort in the voices inside my brain.
Whispering..
"One cut of the vein will end this pain you so gladly sustained."
I ignore,
just like before...
And continue to draw clouds over the sun rising outside "my chamber door."
These shadows, so lifeless... yet I've grown to call them home.
I plan to escape one day, if nothing.... just to roam.
Amongst the perpetrators, who hopefully can account for,
In the future...
Me (teasingly) being the one...

"Rapping, rapping at their chamber door." ---E.A.P