A forest in flames

I've been swallowing swallowing swallowing

One pill after the other

I think the problem is not with me

No, I think this ain't my problem

But it is since I've been drowning

My stomach's bursting

And this hole won't fill

Will it need stitches?

When I get to the table,

Or will I be too over for it

To be relevant then?

I don't wanna be frozen, frozen,

Like a little, tiny, meltable flake

That I set to be unallowed on gameplay

Snowy, snowy doesn't let the flowers flourish

I don't wanna perish

My plants are always filled with 

Vampire weeds

My fences are too thin, too breakable

I have zombies, horses, weather;

Sun won't come.

I try to revive them, but it's fifty fifty

I mourn.

I try ice, I wanna feel icy,

Popsicle play.

My headaches give me a break.

It doesn't last.

There's always someone to fuck it all up.

I need a working pill-ow.

I need an endless nap.

I miss the light. I never get to see the light.

My skin feels sick.

I miss the sun and sea.

The salt, the water,

And pretending 

to be a mermaid that gets drowned

I am perhaps a mermaid getting drowned

Out of air.

I miss the plants, the dirt, the earth, 

the nature.

I miss the moon.

The stars. Are they even there still?

I couldn't know. I haven't seen them in years.

What kind of world is this where I live?

A prison? A torture device?

A virtual reality?

Am I even alive?

Am I real? Am I even someone?

Or am I just a piece of a thing?

Is it even possible to kill myself if I tried?

What does it mean to die?

Do I have an alternative rather than be dead?

I believe he said one true thing.

That this is the true hell. 

And there is no escape.

I take one pill after the other.

I try not to go insane.

I believe I am trapped in here.

There's no way out.

I will never die.

I will spend eternity like this.

Will only get worse.

But worse is only more of this.

Nothing ever changes.

Hell is a cycle. I'm in it.