it seems i live
in a makebelive world
inside a cage i created with words,
a place where sinew
is the fabric of time
and the sky
is drawn by skeleton birds.
i live in a place
that doesnt seem to exist,
where people never
relent with my screams,
a bomb of negative energy
i have built,
from twisted visions
in my dream.
trapped in a cage
of anger and fury,
the bars buckle under
sympathy & distress,
guarded by the blood red
hounds of hell,
which melt to and from
the darkness.
my eyes alone
hold the story of pain ,
i cannot even begin to voice,
disguised in a human skin.
in this world
devoid of free choice.
i have locked myself
deep inside,
a solitary component
surrounded by empty space.
nothing can reach me now,
i am hidden behind a glass face.
even my  thoughts
are not my own.
i cannot seem
to sleep at night,
in fear of dangers
that lurk within me,
obscured from my sight.
but from within my warped prison,
i see the truths
of days gone by,
i can experiance
the pains of life.
and  then long
eternally to die.
 no one can understand
for i never let them in
i block out all emotion,
and blank them
from my mind,
nothing will ever stop me now,
i will move forward
and leave everyone behind.
there are people who try to get in,
they ask questions
which i cannot comprehend,
they make my cage
of words tighten,
and make me hunger
for the end.
eventually they back off
and i am left alone,
no one bothers me anymore.
i have peace at last
i have finally realized
i am not alone,
we are doomed, damned, and outcast.