“White Walls”
“Inside The Conflicted Mind”
My thoughts are jumbled, what’s real? Am I imagining what I feel?
The world is against me, plaguing me with lies, the truth is concealed
Or is it? I conjure visions of treachery, but I ask if my mind’s departed
Perhaps I’ve slipped from this reality, my insanity has been charted,
Or disregarded. My conscience slips as the façade surrounds me
I can’t be sure, I feel claustrophobic with a field of thoughts around me
They attack my brain, invading and manipulating my head’s depiction
But is it a false description, I am torn between what’s fact and fiction
As I slowly lose focus my head struggles against the never-ending pull
My brain’s membrane pulsates, and I feel the pressure beneath my skull
My eyes see a lying parody, are my friends my foes? I am void of clarity
The confusion begins to panic me, until I am comatose with insanity
“At Home With Insanity”
Inside the chamber of question, my inner conflict with truth increases
Weak beneath the force of it all, slowly my mental stability decreases
My sanity is null and void, corrupted by dispute I complete a transition
Watchful eyes pierce my frame, looking through the glass of exhibition
The white coats daily come at me, my problem they try to crack it
But I am empty, slowly rocking back and forth, hugged by my jacket
I see my image as my creation, and so I engage it in conversation
Whilst my keepers sit with their pens ‘n’ pads, making their observations
Through my sleep I suffer nightmares, as I watch my sanity slip by
Voices try to make me understand, but now I can only see them as lies
With no hope of recovery, I am helpless to prevent my sanity’s fall
I am stripped of conscious thought, destined to live within White Walls.