Deep in the mind of man,
nestled amongst the poison of cerebration
lies a parallel train of thought.
Locked shut inside a bone prison.
shrouded in the fog of forced outlook.
An Alcatraz of free thinking,
encircled by an ocean of doubt.
A place such as this cannot exist,
but for me, it is my haven.
A retreat from my torment.
An internal clock counts down the days
until this dimension of thinking becomes my only refuge.
I want to be free of this physical embodiment.
dismissed from this assemblage of flesh and bone.
Falling through time,
terminus draws near.
At last, my time has come
The earth crumbles below me,
and I wish not for one more breath.
The sun sets for the final time,
and the heavens open up on a vast canvas of a starry sky.
bliss replaces sadness
peace replaces apathy
The earth splits below me,
and I am no longer a part of this world.
I am finally free of this prison.
Earth has become my hell,
and the universe my creation
A new self is born.
My time has come.