AN Slightly morbid, kind of weird. Please be kind to me.



While I twist and cry.


While I try and get away.


Because I'm trapped.

Lashing out.

Forever to be taunted.

I scream, bite and kick and fight.

Looking for a way out.

A way to be free.

My body shuts down in exhaustion.

And my invisible captors gladly take control of my whirling thoughts.

I can't ever get away from them.

My thoughts are my enemy.


Drifting Dreamer.