Ha! We’re Running Circles Around you.

Trapped within 4 walls closing in on my sanity.
Delusions of grandeur take over my mind the closer they get.
Strong enough to push them away!
I thought to myself…
But,
Scrunched I was.
By the blindness I force myself to experience when hugging the likes of Mary Jane with my yellowed fingertips.
Lonely,
As I fall through the middle of a cloud of smoke leading to an Abyss darker than I could ever imagine.
“Just a sweet ole’ pillow!” you’d think to yourself.
Yet,
All the cloud is,
Is a trick by every demon in your life.
Continuously kicking up dirt stinging your crying eyes anytime you allow them to,
Run so many damn circles in your ailing mind…