Thoughts To Nowhere

The Puppeteer

I feel suffocated
Theres an invisible claw around my throat,
I can feel the silence,
That it tries to invoke.
I cant escape it,
Im lost in the deep abyss,
To endure a world full of torture,
Is the reason that i exist.
Something surrounds me,
Like a misty cloud of doom.
It just wont go away,
Im stuck in this god damn room.
I can hear the voices,
But they just don't seem to register.
Playing on the back of my mind,
Like some sort of twisted orchestra.
My tears turn to a veil
And my puppet master takes control
As I fight my way out of the prison
I built to protect my soul.