Trapped, inside four walls of my own mind. Writtings on the wall, beautiful calligraphy, that spell doubt and fear. Michael Scofield blueprints cover my body, in dark blue ink, that have me looking like a character from avatar.
Darkness, i barely see my stretched hand. I tap the sides of the wall to maneuver through the maze, and sometimes morph into a bat, and let my cracked voice, echo, and guide me.
Bright light flickering from a distance, a symbol of hope. I get on all fours, and crawl towards it. My knees bleeding as i make my way through the thorny floor. "Endure the pain" on my mind, for freedom is near. But the light gets dimmer and dimmer, as i get closer. Its just a figment of my imagination, a mirage of my own creation.
I'm right where i started, a prisoner of my own mind, solitary confinement. Lullabies of failed escapes tuck me gently on suprisingly comfy sheets, that feel like theyve been marinating in downy. I'll be stuck here forever.