Loneliness,
Locked in a dark room,
No human contact,
No light,
No dark,
Blinded by memories,
Burning brightly,
But no light escapes,
And darkness can't exist,
An equilibrium of both,
Yet no words describe it,
Thought has no language,
It is what it is,
Nonsense,
Yet it makes perfect sense,
Dark is light with a lack of intensity,
And death is the lack of life,
But no word describes the between states,
But thought creates it in vision,
No words,
No language to confuse,
Just inner sight,
All in perfect definition,
In the psychotic psycho construct of mind