Locked Up

In the deepest depths of my insanity, I glimpse the shimmering brilliance of warmth. A tangible yet unattainable beauty that flutters by me as I stretch out to reach it - it flutters past. Its disappearance symbolises the end of an era, the dash of hopes and dreams, the destruction of all my ambitions. For the loss of this is so great, that all it leaves is an empty core of sickening dread.

I laugh hysterically, till I feel the retinas of my eyeballs shrivel up in pain. The white-padded room stares back at me boldly and seemingly taunts me yet again.