Feeling constantly trapped,

Hands cuffed,

Tortured in tight chains,

Constantly on short reins.

No light pierces the darkened room,

Nothing but dust and gloom

And silence.

The particles of dust catch in the throat,

Causing you to choke,

Suffocating on your own breath.

Nothing you can see, but always hear,

The voices whispering,

Here and there,

Never knowing where they really are.

The falling circles, twisting and turning,

Destroying your mind.

Chasing and hunting the flicker of light,

The lasting remnants of your mangled soul...