To Be Murdered By Your Mind

Four walls.And nothing but my thoughts.

 Darkness engulfs every corner.

My mind is on the brink of

destruction.

these malicious walls were man made

to drive anyone with human feelings to the

edge of despair.

 

I dream and pray for death.

But every second that I breathe,

 A little bit more of my soul dies. 

 

I have fallen prey to the predator

of my own imagination.

I have become insane.

I have become broken.

I have become murdered by my mind.

Reviews

[Anon135]

Amazing, "I have fallen pray to the predator/of my own imagination" I loved it!