When I wake up in the morning, am I really alive?
The blood is flowing through me, I lay my hand on my chest.
There's supposed to be a heartbeat, but there's none.
How am I breathing?
I feel like I'm walking on fire, but all I see is my faded brown carpet.
I see myself in the mirror, I'm human?
Then how come my vision has now changed, I got the teeth of a lion, and all I smell is blood.
Lift up my hand, my face is soft, it reminds me of a blanket I once had.
Still no heartbeat.
It seems that I'm getting to choose my will, I'll take full responsibility for my actions. Survival of the fittest I guess.
Am I now a wild beast?
Living freely in the wild, instead of being trapped here where I call home?
What's that falling from my mouth? I open it.
It's a pool of blood, I spit it out.
Tears that are red start to come out of my eyes.
I feel nothing.
Dripping down my body, I see a pool of blood near my feet.
I'm not human. Then what am I?
Now, who locked my door? I'm pounding and kicking and slamming my body against it.
Once a white door is now stained with blood.
I wash my arms and hands.
I've stopped bleeding.
My eyes are swollen, and all I can taste is blood.
Blood-shot eyes are staring straight back at me.
I am not an animal.
I raise my fist. Will this hurt?
The mirror shatters. A hand covered with the remains.
Ouch. I feel a spark in my chest, I make the hole bigger.
There seems something shiny in the wall.
Not caring for the pieces of glass that are in my body.
I finally reach the shiny object.
It's a key. And it works on my door.
Why am I scared to open it? My room’s right next to me.
I hear a click. Turn the knob.
There's a chilly breeze. I open the door.
Where am I?
See a beast flapping its wings, stuck in the middle of a frozen lake, it has three heads.
I have no fear, it doesn't notice me.
Six eyes stare at me, we don't speak.
I now have wings? There's a hole, above us.
I turn around, my bathroom is gone.
I jump up and flap my wings.
It screams at me. I could never erase that sound from my memory. My heart’s racing!!
Tucking in my wings, I fly to the light.
My feet touch the grass. I feel alive.
I'm in the middle of the woods, I'll find my way back home.
I no longer feel trapped, nature is speaking to me.
I have a happy clean soul.