Cleansed In Chlorine

Inside his head he's the test subject in these wicked experiments. His sanity lies in the hands of mad scientists. The chaos seems to have no end. Escorted by pills through the night. Like a sightless spectre floating into the sleep of reason. They are watching my every move. Haunting me. They are controlling me. Ever hour every minute every second the presence crawling and creeping. A desperate attempt to erase it with chlorine. Bleached skin but he never gets clean. Piece by piece this imagination eliminates every sane perception and fills the void with suspicion. Scratching. Scraping. Carving. Cutting. Like termites it eats on every part of him. The chaos will never end. Phobia. Paranoia. Insomnia. Escorted by pills through life.