The stress is sickening as
Doors creak open and slam shut.
I have blinded myself with vision
And see so much
I cannot bear to look,
Yet it is sounds that now play upon my mind.
I can reign in my hell with great effort -
It isn't your heaven that I now toil for.
This is something that no-one can take from me -
Even if I wanted them to.
The paranoid lives in a world
Which no-one else can fathom.
The vortexing wrench of my soul in my stomach
Propels me to shout out and take action.
Against what? Who?
Against everything - to kill the air that reverberates
With a thousand mocking sounds
In my Kingdom.
I am my Kingdom.