Reflections of memories past dreams of the future.

Smiling faces mock my solitude. The walls close in; the dreams stop.

Nightmares. The reality of my existence. Repent of sins past, forgiveness ever eluding.

On the apex of insanity; one step from mental oblivion. Justice raped.

Patches of peeling pain on my closing walls, Imagination wondering, looking for a (cause) pause?

Lies? Truth? Right side up? Upside down? The leader of this injustice is surely the jester or the clown.

The apex of my insanity, patches on my walls.