A/N: This poem is actually inspired by my work-in-progress The Threshold of Insanity, which is Book 1 in the Infected World Series! The poem is a bit different to the others, but lots of the themes are the same. If you want to check the series out, the prologue The Alastair Files is available on my profile!
Additional trigger warnings: mentions of drug use, implied murder/torture.
Blank walls and white halls
Screams echo behind closed doors
Watching eyes and blurred time
Dosed on drugs
Ruthlessly interrogated
Picked apart to the bare bones
A problem to be fixed
Discharged into the great unknown
Mind ablaze with sparks of recognition
Nothing is clear
Reunions, introductions and inspections
The word 'okay' tossed around
A ball he cannot catch
Whispers and shadows
Losing control as he fights himself
Helping hands, an enemy threat
Ink spews from his jumbled thoughts
Setting them straight
Building a web more complicated than the first
Blood and drugs
Futile escape attempts
Back again
Or else he never left
At least in his mind
Only one knows the truth
The world is in their hands
And nothing else is real
A simulation he is too tired to fight
But when he finally breaks out
He is not truly free
Bound now by his actions
The blood that was once his own
Now belongs to someone else
Crimson hands, a lake of scarlet
Everything he loved lays lifeless
Yet still he breathes
And a new cage takes hold
This is his reality,
So it's no surprise he wanted to believe it wasn't.
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The Dark And Day
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