Mocking Reality

Treacherous knot!
In my hand, set me free!
I cannot see, no, not see, no, not see...see...
The lights are dim and the candles are low.
Nothing that light can see can show.
Burned out my eyes...I remember now.
Rats, now there nothing here anymore.
Cannot eat...only dust to breathe.
No intoxicating aroma of meat cooking on a grill.
No warmth from the sun to tan my skin...
...No skin.
Melted and twisted like a corn's coat.
I rub them...
Yes, I rub my arms continually.
Can you not see I am blind?!
Can you not smell my stench from the miles and miles apart that you are?!
Shut up!
The voices begin again.
No light anymore.
No warmth...
Only cold...
Kill me...no, I don't want to die.
Just set me free?!
Damn-it! God save me! Help me, anyone!!!

....nooo....there is no one here you filthy brat. Idiot...you fell into this trap yourself. Can YOU not see...no. FEEL...the danger you are in. They have your eyes bound with drapery...the ropes are leather bounds where they continually have to sedate your madness...
...This is the real you.
Do not lose me.
If you lose me...
...Then you lose yourself...
...In this mental institution of the world's hell of mankind.
No your reality shows through the drapery I told you was there.
Listen not to the voices in our head.
I am real and I am reason.
There is no way out of this imprisonment.
Calling for God to help is kind of like calling out to a serial killer to kiss you good-night and tuck you in.
"Goodnight...little child.
Sleep Well."