Psychosis

Succumbed to a frail entity, catabolic feeling of impending doom, no rest for these blood shot eye's, breathing wall's snarl, days blur into one, shadows writhe across the floor, voices scream all at once,  
 
No sense to make any sense of, bewildering sensation of losing control
 
I have lost my grip, but I no longer have fear, hell is were I grow but what am I to become? I no longer feel like I am a prisoner but a darkness that is to be set free, they say that we are all just a victim of circumstance, I will break through to your world and you will see.