Gears

Past the lies
that clouds your mind,
beyond the mirror
that shows nothing,
are gears,
turning endlessly.
They run everything,
yet nothing
at the same time.
Forever turning,
forever winding,
for ever spinning.
They go on forever
in the wall.
They seem to trap me
inside the maze of mirrors.
I run to get away
from the sounds
of breaking mirrors,
the whirling gears,
endlessly in my head.
There is always more.
Insanity takes control.
My mind is slipping,
running away
from the clanking gears,
and the the shattering mirrors,
Glass everywhere,
on the floor,
in the air,
on me.
After each mirror breaks,
more and more and more gears show,
turning,
winding,
spining,
whirling.
Driving me more mad,
with no turning back from insanity,
I have lost.
The pain of it all,
builds up inside,
as the sound of the gears
go on forever.
As insanity starts into my mind,
my body becomes useless.
Trapped forever,
in my own mind,
help
...
me
...