I am A Demon

I am sitting in a room void of sound thought.
The blocks surround me cold and angry, not wanting to release but to strangle as they come closer and closer.
I find myself sitting on the cold bare floor and I wonder, is this what I have become?
A boy in a box made of stone?
I see cube after cube not knowing the weather.
The lights fade and a man walks by.
Not a man but a mere shadow in the fading light.
What has he to walk so freely?
Why does he not suffocate in this world?
Forever hungry but not caring to eat what is jammed so roughly into my senses.
I fear the worst though.
Fore I have become a demon in this hell.
Rows upon rows of monsters of every description litter my view.
I can see them pacing like crazed animals, back and forth back and forth.
I must be pure and keep my head.
A demon I may be, but with the knowledge to know better.
So I may sleep.