White Walls

How long do I have?
How long before they take over?
How long before there is nothing left?
How long do I have?
White walls closing in again.
     
          I’m not Crazy.
          I’m not.
                                  Not yet at least...

These four walls get closer and closer with every breath I take.
          The white walls press against my skin and crumple my body into a ball
                          The white walls fill my body, weighing it down.
So heavy.
              So heavy
                            that I feel myself slowly sinking into the very ground of which I walk.
These white walls are both
                                           my home and my crypt,
                                           my passion and my apathy.
          I bleed these white walls,
                      I feel them flowing through my very being

Then leaving me numb to it all
As fast as they enter,
       those white walls retract
            taking a piece of me with them every time.

My soul, eaten away slowly as they come and go like the tide.
How long do I have?
How long before they take over?
How long before there is nothing left?
How long do I have?