I am trapped, deep within the walls of my own subconscious. I mortared brick with dark thoughts and built an unconquerable wall of self-loathing. I am free, but only for a fleeting moment. I fall into the vastness of my own space-time-whatever-the-**** and I am lost. I am trapped, deep within the walls of my own subconscious. I laid brick made from all the happy thoughts of my past, and I mortared the wall with the reality that nothing will ever be that way again. I am trapped in a room, with liquid matter rising, attempting to drown myself in all that actually matters. I am trapped in a room braiding a noose from all the words that I said; I attach it at the beginning of time and I try to outrun myself. My leash is too short and I stumble and fall, unable to escape my own dark thoughts. Unable to reach the light at the end of my metaphysical tunnel. I am a coward unable to take my own meaningless life, because somewhere in my brain synopsis are firing, telling me that my life isn’t meaningless. That I need to live. But why live when you can’t let anyone see inside of you. I have built up these walls to prevent people from seeing my specious body. From hearing my voice and being lulled into a superficial sense of friendship. I am trapped, deep within the walls of my subconscious. I mortared brick with the thought that someone could love something like me. Not quite human, and definitely not animal; just dangerous. Dangerous because I cannot possibly fathom my unearthly potential. Dangerous because love is the only beast which I fear. I am trapped deep within the walls of my own subconscious, I mortared brick with my most daring thoughts. I am in love – I am a man. I am a man and I have forgotten what I promised myself. She tears down my walls. And I start laying brick around the two of us. We are trapped deep within the walls of my subconscious. And we mortar brick with thoughts of our future.