I sit here, the door has been sealed.
The time in the dark seems to have no end.
My mind endlessly wanders trying to find a way out of this cell,
It truely is my own personal hell.
The darkness won't allow my mind to mend.
The madness that was once hiding is now reveled.

He starts to scratch and yell, to no avail.
No one hears his hopless cry.
His sanity slowly starts to ebb and wane,
He no longer seems to be anything but insane.
He refuses to give in to the urge to die.
One unexplored corner he visits, and gives a ghastly wail.

It is madness incarnate, there is no more door.
It has had emotions, aspirations, dreams..no more.
It no longer has thought, and no longer recognizes his doom.
The beast is alone in the room.