My soul claws at my internal walls for release.
Vomited up from the deepest, darkest pit of me,
Like a bat escaped from some hell, a single cry escapes, free.
It's not a word, but the sincerity is heard in every note of its plea.

I look up to see oblivion shutting back over me
Like two eyelids closing over what will become a dream.
I am witnessing it all from the depths, unable to speak.
Every time I try to use my voice, there are human symbols restraining me.

Locked inside of my mind, I sleep.