Its 1AM
I lie awake
Contemplating life
What kind of existence is this?
Why am I even here?
In this bleak life
An existence with no grand design
Trapped in an illusion
Confined in my own thoughts
I lie awake in a living hell
Trapped in isolation, there's no way out
I'm confined in solitude
In a psych ward in my mind
My consciousness the warden
It torments me
Drives me insane!
I am but a frail being led to madness!
Locked in captivity
There is no hope
Only a darkness I can't seem to bare alone
All alone in this fragile existence
All alone in this psychic ward
All alone at 1 in the morning, tripping, contemplating, trapped inside my head
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Array of Notions
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