Alone
I sit and stare at my blank brick wall
knowing time is null.
Seconds turn to minutes, and the minutes turn to years.
I've fried my brain,
chased away those closest to me,
and forsaken myself.
Is the pain real?
Am I real?
My mortality shines through my immortal actions,
my mind begins to slip.
The wind blows cold on my face through the window
as I struggle inside my cage.
knowing time is null.
Seconds turn to minutes, and the minutes turn to years.
I've fried my brain,
chased away those closest to me,
and forsaken myself.
Is the pain real?
Am I real?
My mortality shines through my immortal actions,
my mind begins to slip.
The wind blows cold on my face through the window
as I struggle inside my cage.