How long before they take over?
How long before there is nothing left?
How long do I have?
White walls closing in again.
I’m not Crazy.
Not yet at least...
These four walls get closer and closer with every breath I take.
The white walls press against my skin and crumple my body into a ball
The white walls fill my body, weighing it down.
that I feel myself slowly sinking into the very ground of which I walk.
These white walls are both
my home and my crypt,
my passion and my apathy.
I bleed these white walls,
I feel them flowing through my very being