Whats To Mend

I'm in this world alone locked in a cage location unknown everyone is against me I can't resist fate I still pretend to be in this hell I so vividly taste Can't this be a dream? An image in my mind? Or is this reality If I seek Will I find? It's there for me to grasp Though I cannot touch it I'm on top of it Though I seem above it Desperately, I reach for my existence Searching for hope or resistance unable to find what I'm looking for I end up far behind staring up from the floor warm blood on my hands is it mine? or is it yours? Confusion suffocates me in circle I roam Illusions penetrate me deep in my bones I cannot go on anymore I've reached my end Unaware of what's in store Still unaware of what's to mend...