It seems I live in a make believe world, 
Inside a cage I created with words, 
A place where sinew is the fabric of time, 
And the sky is drawn by skeleton birds, 
I live in a place that doesn't seem to exist, 
Where people never relent with my screams, 
A tomb of negative energy I have built, 
From the twisted visions in my dreams, 
Trapped in a cage of anger and fury, 
The bars buckle under sympathy and distress, 
Guarded by blood red hounds of hell, 
Which melt to and from the darkness, 
My eyes alone hold the story of a pain, 
I cannot even begin to voice, 
Disguised in a human skin, 
In this world devoid of free choice, 
I have locked myself deep inside, 
A solitary component surrounded by empty space, 
Nothing can reach me now, 
I am hidden behind a glass face, 
Even my thoughts are not my own, 
I cannot seem to sleep at night, 
In fear of dangers that lurk within me, 
Obscured from my sight, 
But from within my warped prison, 
I see the truths of days gone by, 
I can experience the pain of life, 
And then long eternally to die, 
None can understand for I never let them in, 
I block out all emotion and blank them from my mind, 
Nothing will ever stop me now, 
I will move forward and leave everyone behind, 
There are people, who try to get in, 
They ask strange questions which I cannot comprehend, 
They make my cage of words tighter, 
And make me hunger for the end, 
Eventually they back off and I am left alone, 
No one bothers me anymore I have peace at last, 
I have finally realised I am not alone, 
We are doomed, damned and outcast.