Panic Room

I heard a sonic boom
But didn't move
There I laid
In a foam rubber bed
Without sheets to hang myself
Someday though I'll be dead
It isn't up to me
Here in my artificial womb
They speak to me
Someone said
Oh how long it had been since we talked
But I never had, so I went on without the guilt
In my circular rubber padded room I walked
Creating a wear pattern of one who stalks
Every step left a print
And I manifest madness until it fits
My cell will almost certainly become my tomb
Pounding thoughts until they ring
I am the master, the world are the slaves
Clockworks tick, keep ticking, until the end
I try to silence the mad, as they sing
There is no one else inside me
My brain is full
My brain is empty
Go away
There is no room