My thoughts are clouded by screaming voices.
Illustrating, with vivid expression, an irrational tale.
A tale that takes me into the depths of my imagination,
Creating a reality that is overwhelmed with unfamiliar senses.
My eyes hide the weeping sorrow,
That my mind so desperately wants to let free.
Surrounded by foreign backdrops,
My conception of existence begins to fade.
Once felt emotions entangle in a web of alternate realities.
Realities that fight each other with nothing but fury in their eyes.
The questions, “Will my mind win… or will I?”,
Recirculating through every ounce of my being.
Destroying each layer of sanity with unimaginable pain.
A never ending battle between humanity and that of my mind.
“It’s mind over matter,” they say.
But… my mind cannot define matter, and matter engulfs my mind.
I’m in the depths of my worst fears.
Confronting each one face to face,
Without the ability to separate actuality from fiction.
It’s unexplainable to the outsider,
And intolerable to the insider.