Pit of Consciousness

I keep on losing the keys
From reality
And now I'm passing on the wheel
To insanity.
In a secluded corner
Waiting for my time to come,
Waiting for the bedlam
To be pacified.

I am climbing hand over fist
And I scratch concrete.
Shine in the end My mistake
It's not there.
The air is terribly heavy here.
It settles inside
And I suffer burn after burn
From the dark. Burn.

In a pit of consciousness
Squeal is bleeding
So I feel there was someone else
Before me.
Eyes are changing colors.
A stranger knocks on my mind.
I became a foreigner
To myself!
Myself!

Stillness stuns. Wish I'd run
Creeped away to the light.
In my head someone else
Setting snares
For my soul.

In the darkest place
What was once named consciousness
I'm a miniature,
I'm a sketch forfeiting outlines.

Irrelevant entity to sanity,
A hive for nonsense,
For multiple selves
Resonating, but never compromising.

Stillness stuns. Wish I'd run
Creeped away to the light.
In my head someone else
Setting snares
For my soul.
For my soul