In deceitful hours my thoughts are threatening menEncoffined in my mind they choke my willnEntwining my inherent they change my brainnTo the womb that incubates insanitynnMy inner voice: A screeching, scraping choirnPerforming in a cranial theatrenThe end of act sick’s a rebirth,nA climax of feelings restrainednIn contractious pain I give birthnTo my sombre self, finally unleashednnBewildered and numb I gaze at my corpusnBeholding a wry cavalcade of remainsnAt last I am victoriousnOver me, who brought forth myself !