Ambitious Like Satellite Dishes

Sitting in the Hall Of Pain malnourished of courage, a cloudy brain, the walls stand tall and plain, stretching up as high as flying planes. My core in confusion, fuming flames icy conclusion? Those planes fly high up on the ground, below me sky moving left to right, floating, is this Hell I've found? In front I see a door, it says exit, but I don't trust it, it's spelt dyslexic, everything here is in the wrong place, a thought I am too, my saving grace. Failure in life results in a mental punishment, getting lost in a rhyming addiction for a sense of false accomplishment. A dire time for me, self fined a fee by this mind of mine, suffering alone, no one, nothing, my own, a planet with no sun, I'm a worthless clone, a shadow of my former self, mystealth. Numb to the desperation blind to inspiration, yet desperate enough to believe the invisible, everything visible makes misery of miserable. I'm deep but I don't speak too a belief in entities, but my God in heaven please, give strength to me, I beg I pray I plead, nothing more than the minimal need. Survival will allow me too show I'm ambitious, I'll thrive the sky high aiming for satellite dishes. ***INVENTED A WORD "MYSTEALTH" A shadow of my former self