Why do I attempt to exempt myself from the encumbrance of Hell?
Will my attempts lessen the struggle or humor their will to encase the one enabled to liberate them?
As I am suppressed I harden to a shell in which not even I am able to sway.
Is schizophrenia really a deformation of the mind or a rationalization of your mind rebooting your personality which has entombed itself?
A soul entombed must find refuge.
Mine finds it in the dark corners of the encumbrance if Hell I have created.