The beginnings of "Mitigated Speech"

Hollow insides,

lucid body.
Lost and confused.

Craving for the
dexterity and mindset
of communication 
and it's funding 
towards humanity.

Have to escape, 
or go insane
but the rain will
make the crash
and break the 
rules of this endless
corridor filled with
shades of  blue light
that beams from the pool
that will soon be filled with
pieces of myself.

The rest
is falling into the hands
of a child, eyes open,
to the next victim of the
pretty face and existence
within this endless
circle of miscommunication
and painful expressions 
not with using words
but sounds,
a heart beat.

The idea of Mitigated Speech.

It consumes you until you lose control of yourself.

I wish I knew..

I wish I could figure out..

At what point did I lose my mind?