White Walls
Moving round and round in the maze inside my head. Contained in this padded room that's stealing my sanity, here I wait with my tortures thoughts, conjuring my eternal reward. Hallucinating everyday of the people I loved that death with it's sharp scythe took from me. Wanting their fate in fear of approaching madness, but unable to die, leaving me forever trapped in the white walled room of my prodding mind..
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