Mirror and shiny things

I live in my own castle.
made of mirrors and shiny things.
It reflects a thousand images
of many happy beings
They live in my delusions
merrily going around.
When one fine day i woke up
My thoughts had all been bled
All happy beings had gone away
The crazies were back in my head.
So now i walk around me
reflecting black shadows of gloom
And the mirrors all around me
have sealed me in a cocoon.
I’m locked in my own castle
made of mirrors and shiny things
I cling to the threads of my (in)sanity
waiting for death to bring me wings.
I know! That safe seclusion
will let me fly unbound.

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