Sitting here,
Tied to my chair,
Lashed with commands,
Controlled...
Filling with a desire to escape,
To free myself,
Finding freedom inside...

Imagination is my kingdom, my escape, and they call me mad,
This world blackens my senses,
Reality is a delusion,
My mind is reality,
Threatening to drift away into madness...
Or they call it madness anyway.

This cage, this prison cell, this classroom...
This grimy hole in which I stand,
Feeling them force their thoughts into my mind,
Unwillingly accepting the ****...
Watching them bleach and scrub my brain,
Painting it with ignorance,
Covering it in a veil,
My senses are gone,
I only see black,
Through a world of cold numeric displays,
Charts, and blank readouts dominate the sky,
Beauty is lost,
My mind is gone.

Thoughts,
Empty whispy things,
No emotion...
I sit here trying to cover the page with words,
With thoughtful imitations of emotions,
Poetic blasphemy,
Thinking,
Wondering,
Caustic lights bouncing around my skull illuminating nothing,
Thinking is cold,
Bland,
Dark...
Telling myself to feel,
But my thoughts stay blank,
Literally bursting with ideas,
Exploding with words,
Ripped and torn by mathematical equations...
But full,
To the top,
Drowning in thought and starved of emotion,
Where are my feelings...
Further trying to explain my idea through definitions strung together,
Like a necklace made out of shells,
Beautiful,
Ugly,
As it shines,
But inside the shells are just that,
Shells of past souls,
Sitting there empty, around my neck...
Comparing myself to a shell is outrageous,
Asinine...
But this analogy holds true,
As ugly and crude as it is,
For I am just a shell...
Trying to be a poet...

That face in the mirror,
That Beauty that shines back,
Is it more than a mirror?
Or is it just a shadow of that person?
We look into the mirror to define us,
To secure ourselves,
But does the mirror lie?
Manipulate our thoughts?
For the mirror only sees,
It only sees...
For can it see beyond that shadow?
Are we becoming the person we see in the mirror?
That dreadful person,
Soulless,
Defined only by the fragments of light that reflect from your skin,
Emptier than space...

Darkness closing in,
Growing hard to breathe,
Air running out,
Classical Music Playing in My Ears,
Creating a false illusion of hope,
Driving me insane,
I,
I am fading away with the flicker of the flame,
Dissolving into a mist,
Life grows cold again,
The Bittersweet symphony plays on,
Love lashes out,
Grasping my throat,
Choking,
Fighting to Live,
The music grows louder,
Chaos ensues,
The Flame Flickers,
The Candle Wick fades,
No where to turn,
Love once again pushes me down,
Battling for life,
Battling for breath,
Battling for the chance,
The chance to find you,
Whoever you may be.