Very nice, a story of pain and anger i can relate to, living forever can be rather hard to bear, no?

Getting sick is crappy. Anyway, great poem. You're poems are all impressive actually, even if they don't rhyme. I like them aLL and I will now place you on my favorite authors list. ^_^

homemade frosting? O...sugar...
no, I haven't read the poem yet...what? You want me to...o right...uh...
*pause*
Yes, I'm talking to myself...or my version of myself pretending to be you...there ya go...wait, that's scary...
I enjoy the line "Spout those lies like they're your fountains of life"
At first, being slow like I am, my knee feels cramped, I thought the S you refered to in stanza #1 was about all the s's you had in the previous lines...I can't remember what that's called...allusion maybe? no...alliteration? Maybe... well, it's like "screaming" then "sounding", "same", ...well, then there's "shut up" ...maybe there's not that many...uh...
how does kaleidoscopic fit there?

Ha! You have insanely bad cabin fever . . . though I don't blame you in the least. Um, I'm not sure about the "where do I being", that just doesn't make any sense to me. This reminds me of angry feelings to a certain something/one (name starts with a 'J' . . .) Another fine (though odd) poem. Positively brilliant poem, my ill little friend, positively brilliant (and I probably spelled that wrong).

Great use of images and sounds, i truely hope you see through the mess you're in because that place is hard to be in, i know, i was there, this poem reminded me of what it was like to be confined inside your own mind, a really excellent use of explanations, hope the heavens see you well.

Kenzie