Confined.

I'm confined in my mind by the things that I think

And the thoughts in my mind they run like ink

Everything blends and blurs together, creating connections in the strangest of places

But ask me what I'm thinking and everything will vanish leaving no traces

How can I explain to those who only know the physical world

That I can see into the other worlds

I watch horror and beauty unfold in equal measure 

Its why I can't know the meaning of pleasure

I am stuck in a mind that knows no time

With only a thin thread for a lifeline

And I see that soon my body may be confined as well

But that's okay, nothing could be worse than being trapped in my hell