Crushed

Trapped in the darkest corner
Hung in stifling air
A rat sniffing at my feet
Haunting me with his glare

The walls come pounding down
I can feel them beating in my skull
The room chokes me with its rage
It echoes in my head still

I know not of time
Nor of what wrongs I commited
There is a thought stuck in my throat
And swallowing it has been forbidden

Flattened by my guilt
Trampled by my past
Unable to bow my head in shame
I wonder how long this will last

Steaming filth begins to pour
From the cracks in the walls as I see
Your ghost appear and whisper
"Reality is what you percieve it to be."