I was looking out the window one night when I saw the truth and the lies, and feared I did not know the difference

The walls of this room
baracade me in-
my fortress, my
destruction.

They warp and bend,
standing white and
rigid before me,
allowing in only
patches of
light.

Their peep holes gazing
down at me,
laugh.

They hold me
in as we float, rough and tumbling,
smooth as glass through the universe.

...These walls suck the life right
out of me;
they suck the life right out.