The White Light

I can see my face inside your eyes
 Cold, black, prying into my mind
 They're holding my thoughts
 Don't let me think wrongly
 They'll know all my weaknesses
 Now it's too late
 I'm mentally broken
 The torture begins as they lengthen my skin
 Empty stomach pumped with fluid
 Eyeballs gouged with sharpened needles
 Rubber blankets soaked in water covering my hollow soul
 Covering my soul
 I am pain
 The white light is piercing through my brain
 Crystals gleaming, sterile metal, so cold on my skin
 This cannot be happening
 Am I dreaming?
 Am I dreaming?
 Am I dreaming?
 Am I dreaming?
 Am I dreaming?
 This cannot be real
 Someone please wake me up from this twisted nightmare
 Wake me from this dream
 Hallucination
 Mental war with the mind
 Discombobulated visions and thoughts trapped inside the mind
 I own, trapped inside the mind
 I own the white light
 The white light