I lay in bed staring at my ceiling
Every inch covered in pictures
A colorful mass of shiny coated paper held together by thumbtacks and glue
Some covering others, dwarfing them completely
They’ve captured me

Far away places, friends, traitors, family
Complex buildings found in my ancient textbooks
Healthy broad-leafed plants coated in water
A lonely ocean only accompanied by the setting sun
Beautifully simple objects entrapped by detail
They’ve captured me

My eyes stray to my walls
Suffocating under the enormous weight of art
Posters of bands adorn the doors, giving me company
Cut out sketches of people, oblivious of my moving pencil
An array of canvases, smothered in the colors of my feelings
They’ve captured me

My thoughts, trapped in their prison of paper
My dreams, exposed to the ever unlucky soul to walk in my room
Unconsciously, I’ve forced them into an eternity of hell
No longer in the disarray of my head, no longer free to terrorize me
Instead they stare and whisper awful things at me, light staying on till morning
They’ve captured me

As they begin to awaken from their brief slumber
I look around the rest of my room
My immaculate room stares back at me
My pride swells as I gaze at the cleanliness
No where for little devils to hide from me, waiting to bite my feet
Nothing to disguise themselves as, nothing but the cold drab floor
But I can hear them, the ceiling and closet, scratching, waiting
They’ve captured me

The earphones in my ears, drowning the whispers
The soft lilt of piano keys, soothing my head
The deep warmth of cello strings, relaxing my body
Anything else would increase my pulse, along with my fear
Exciting the little devils, feeding off me
They’ve captured me

My eyes land with nervous grace on a book
A gift, a present, from who
From me
I’m scared, to lift my pencil, to see if the devils would go away
What if they don’t, creating an evil more heinous than before
What if they ridicule me for trying, be coming worse
They’ve captured me

Should I chance it?