Insanity

The tapping of the keys are getting louder and louder inside my head! The tapping echoing inside my skull, like a child, hurt and screaming inside a tunnel on a cold and rainy night. I can’t take it longer! Why are you tapping?! WHY?! WHY?! Please stop… I beg you… Please.. Please…?

Sitting here in the dark on the cold wet concrete floor. The cold and bare brick walls, moist from the rain leaking through the cracked ceiling, seems to be crawling closer to me. Trapping myself inside a prison of cold wet and sad bitterness. Enclosed in a veil of dark and empty loneliness…