Four Corners

I’ve got to get out of here!
But I don’t like people from outside
I hear murmurs inside my head,
I’m getting crazier everyday.
Someone’s at the door
But he’s knocking at the opposite room.
I’m locked in my seat
But I don’t want to be free.
This is my home, my sanctuary.
And a prison, I should say.
I see shadows sneaking behind closed windows.
They’re branches, trying to scare you.
A faint beating in my temples starts to annoy me.
I hear myself talking from within.
I touched the cold white walls
And I felt colder inside.
There’s emptiness in me;
A void of consuming blackness beneath my consciousness.
I shook off that feeling
Of sudden loneliness, I felt that hollowness again.
I looked in the mirror to examine my face
And I traced the contours of a twisted, ruined flesh.
I looked into the eyes that were staring at me
I saw my future in a bleak and dangerous world.
I stood up to test my legs
and raised my arms to see if they’re still moving.
Then suddenly I felt the urge to run.
As I touched the knob, iciness crept through my arm.
I tried to turn it, while that cold feeling crept down to my legs
I couldn’t move my feet, they were stuck to the floor.
I started to panic
My eyes began to moist, blurring everything in sight
And I felt fear forming in my lips.
I screamed but I heard silence
Suddenly the walls began to move
And all I can remember was when they closed in on me.