pit of consciousness

i keep on losing the keys, from reality, and now i'm passing on the wheel, to insanity. in a secluded corner, waiting for my time to come, waiting for the bedlam, to be pacified, i am climbing hand over fist, and i scratch concrete, shine in the end my mistake, it's not there, the air is terribly heavy here, it settles inside, and i suffer burn after burn, from the dark. burn, in a pit of consciousness, squeal is bleeding, so i feel there was someone else, before me. eyes are changing colors, a stranger knocks on my mind, i became a foreigner, to myself!, myself!, stillness stuns. wish i'd run, creeped away to the light, in my head someone else, setting snares, for my soul, in the darkest place, what was once named consciousness, i'm a miniature, i'm a sketch forfeiting outlines, irrelevant entity to sanity, a hive for nonsense, for multiple selves, resonating, but never compromising, stillness stuns. wish i'd run, creeped away to the light, in my head someone else, setting snares, for my soul, for my soul