EntrapmentI live in a cell. four walls of oppression devoid of any real truth.Here, there is no way to tell what time it is. We gauge time by pain.The narcissistic delusions come in waves, polluting my thoughts.Imagine. Living in isolation, no food, no water, just pain.Your heart rips and mends with the waxing and wane of the moon.The Tide turns and brings forth a moment of relief.The pursuit of happiness is an illusion best kept to oneself.Dreams. What we chase always illudes us, swaying just outside our grasp.We are the donkey chasing the carrot on the stick.The marionnette dances on strings as the government clips an angels wings."You can be whatever you want!" they say.Sending us off on a journey of false pretenses.They give us an illusion to live for and all they ask for in return is our soul.
A fight to rememberi stand at a cross roads in the dark of night. I can smell the sweet night dew kissing the wheats eager outstretched hands. In the distance i see a farm with windows aglow. and i imagine that the family must be sitting down to a wonderful meal. Yet I remain isolated in the field. I want to join them, but my feet wont move. They are firmly stuck to the ground. "You are a failure." I hear a voice rumble from the wheat. I look around but can't find it anywhere. Then I hear a rustling, and from the wheat a doberman appears. He trots over and sits down in front of me. "You are a failure and you will never amount to anything." I stare into the dogs eyes which were red with hellfire, flames seemed to jump out of them. I wondered how he can speak when his mouth doesn't even move. "Your parents hate you, your sister hates you, and you'll never be loved by any