Bedtime in cages, alone in my box
Devil may care with reckless abandon
Hopeless happenings with daunted desire
My life as seen from behind these bars
Done with comfort! ill-fated endeavor
The fires of hell bent sadists and sinners
Imprinting the words of this good book
On pages of sorrow and memory cells
Intent on love to give direction
In the captor’s hands, a twisted reflection
Hate for love, good for evil
Sickness for health, a lost connection
Growing tired of life in a box
Thorns and thistles, stones and rocks
Wailing and gnashing of teeth
Cuts and bruises are all I see
A body full of scratches, sickness and scars
Can I see, that this is me?
With testimonies to courts and juries
I hold contempt for fear and fury
Wars they rage within my veins
The blood it flows from day to day
Moving on in body and spirit
My mind remains in this cage
Endless days tied and tattered
Sleepless nights scarred and shattered
What’s the matter?
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