It's a pity...

It's a pity....
Full of apathy...
I forlornly look beyond you...
No time, no space....
No sense of direction...
You are so gullible ....
To your vices.
Vices that claw into your flesh...
Gnawing at your thoughts...
Vices that bring you down...
Every time you rear your head to flee.
Escape you cannot....
From something you created...
A monster...
a dream or a nightmare....
I know not...
But something heinous within.
It's a pity...
Pithily pity.....
You are your own slave...
Slave of your own doing....
Bound by chains you built....
Around your naked soul.