Trapped in this cage with my everything box has led me into a state of suffocation in a distorted dimension. Reality looses meaning when your eyes stay fixed to a liquid filled picture frame that fluxgates to your brains free will. Why am I even concealed in the warmth of a concept? Samuel must stay alive, so we archive him in a room of pleasure where he must grow mentally and battle the demons that speak to him. With a repetitious booming voice, the creature screams at him making his body slave away to his craft. I am he who is bound by this ball of malevolent self distress. Anger builds up and ignites my temperament of terror. As I look into the mirror I see eyes that wish for a tornado to throw the metal enclosure into the Gulf of Mexico. Spanish speaking scientist will explain to one another the natural phenomenon of a trailer being lifted up by natures furry and carried with vicious means of heartless destruction and scattered the fragments of this jail in the water of the unforgiving deep. These eyes start to blur and my face melts with a hallucination. The massive amounts of serotonin poison blasting through my veins incapacitates me in a mental coma. Its noisy sound into my ears and dirty filth to my thoughts. The quick and sudden pain drops me to my knee’s and pathetically entices me to beg for the loops in my head to stop. I touch my scalp to see how much blood has been expelling from the injury I acquired while snapping back in panic. As I look at my fingers drenched in red, it sparks a thought that physical pain is only a metaphor for my anguish. Nothing an opiate can’t fix ole chap. Oh how I long for the sweet comfort of blissful relaxation that is provoked by this wonderful synthetic powder. My pee can get tainted with a possibility for encartion where I will be subjected to a whole new plateau of darkness. So I tolerate the discomfort of my unconvinced situation, so I will once reunite with the fresh breath of freedom.

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