Demise

My thoughts seem like a prison I cannot escape,
Actually, more like a torture chamber,
Painfully bringing out the worst of me,
Hurting every fiber of my lonely being.
Light seems to run away from this place,
Leaving me in darkness with the animal that I hide.
What lovely illusion,
What lovely picture,
But the curtain has fallen again,
I have feelings, you know?
I have many things in store
But I will not stand again for a bond that I can only carry,
Not again.
So then, the animal that I hide,
craving for you,
must devour once more,
Every feeling, every breath, every thought
Bringing back my body to this dark room,
Prisoner of my own demise,
My own doom,
Far away