A Madman's Attempt at Writing

SEDATION

I sit
I write
Time passes by
It doesn't matter
The room is constricted
Doors closed
The only sounds you can hear
Is a fan
And those pesky birds outside
I breath through my lungs
I see through my eyes
I can feel the warmth of this odd rectangle
Yet it is all a blur
My words
They're the only things that matter now
And forever
For without them
I am but a corpse