Insanity

Trapped in a decaying cell,

The cell an illusion of the boundaries that cannot be broken

While watching a constellation 

On the train of desperation

The silence so deep

Surrounded yet dumbfounded,

By the isolation that is felt

For what is serenity,

When surrounded by mindless zombies

We stare at our screens,

As though they're our only means

And emotional symbiosis 

Is the only way of existence

This perception of madness,

This world filled with sadness,

None of which is seen

The words we speak are all quite bleak,

And the thoughts we obtain are not to be shared,

For my insanity isn't a reality.