Art by Magda Proski
You see, what you want to see, trapped in a narrow tunnel,
You hear, what you want to hear, trying to forget
As the echo in your chamber, seems to be infinite,
So loud, with nowhere to turn for peaceful salvation,
Louder, it seems to grow and vibrate the hollow box,
The walls begin to crawl upwards, on itself, stretching
Back down, towards the familiar self-deprecating pit,
You feel better, in the loneliness that closely surrounds
And presses against you, slowly cutting you, to leech
Out your prolonged existence, to seclude you further
Away from the surface, but this goes unnoticed
Because you still see what you want, as reality
Storms the castle, laughing at the crumbling defences,
But you’ve come to me, sunken into the comforts
Of the enveloping couch, and put your trust in my skills,
You might be aware of all that has eluded your consciousness
For so long, but they’ll stay behind the heavy curtain
With my influence, so you can see and hear, what isn’t there,
And when it begins to resurface, you’ll return
With new demons amongst the ones picking at your scars.