EXILED I sit in this dark cold corridor, The truth, my only ally. But what is the truth? Oh, how this question brings forth the demons from within. Thoughts hovering, swarming , swooping down, Like vultures circling their prey. Diving to feed upon the flesh of my very existence. Extinction is inevitable. Compelled by my will to survive, I strive onward throught his pit of venemous snakes. Nipping and hissing at my every step. Coiled,poised and ready to strike, And sink their deadly fangs into my lifeline. Then comes a spark, a flicker, a flame, A blinding torch to light the path i have chosen. Night turns to day in this hell i have forsaken. The vultures dissipate,like clouds drowned out by the sun. The snakes, mere illusions, Hallucinations created by perpetual agony. No longer am i a prisoner here. I free myself from these bonds that imprison me. Bonds i have chained and tied myself, of unconscious will. No longer am i a prisoner, Now, i am a god. Free to choose my own way. The keeper of my own fate. Creator of my own destiny. Free to roam the sands of eternity. The spirit of love surrounds me in all of its glory. Shielding my soul from this piercingly harsh world. I will not perish swiftly into the peril of the night. But walk the day in its guiding light. No longer the inmate in a cell of stone. No longer the prisoner of my own mind. "WE ARE ALL IMPRISONED BY OUR MINDS AT ONE TIME OR ANOTHER."