I feel like the cut hand sanitizer fell into.
The cleansing holy water burning my skin/fiery pits of hell.
So I must feel like hell then.
The tortured souls, minds full of confusion. 
With a clock that never ticks.
But tick-tick tock is heard in our heads.
Insanity. 
So I must feel insane then. 
The brazen white walls closing in,
a fish in a tank.
My arms powerless,
a warm blanket.
Sadness seeping in, 
the fragments of screams left behind. 
So I must feel like sadness then. 
I am black clouds in a blue sky.
Pouring acid rain on those I love. 
Their perfect skin charred as it slips from the bones crafted by god.
So I must feel like death then.