False

My body is jaded,

Suspended, imprisoned.

These walls an illusion,

They wont let me escape.

Real, or imagined?

My insanity a given.

Traversing unaided,

Red eyes, blurred vision.

Forgot but not forgiven.

The silenced inner critic baited

By subconscious confusion.

Distracted by what they did.

Emotional store raided,

walls fuelled by delusion.

Eyes permanently glisten,

Myself, my whole, degraded.

On the verge, edge envisioned.

Wasting time I can not spend.

Led to believe, persuaded.

Those false prophets conditioned,

Me - I bleed for them.

But still the light has not faded,

Light remains inside this prison.

Still here, though disillusioned.

My body is jaded,

Suspended, imprisoned.

These walls an illusion,

They might let me escape.