the vibration of my death
tightens my throat and strangles my heart
pumping, and pounding, fighting its way out
all the stress and conjurations
of demons in the sounds.
I am my own cage
and the world my side show
they poke and prod, smiles on every face
laughing at every stumble
every single fall.
I'm quite sure you find amusement
in these tears that fill my cell.
scratches and carvings laden in the walls
cries for help an lunacy
My incubation chamber of the horrors I've installed
a wire for love
a cord for mental state
a line for security
and one laid cold and to sedate.
infused within my flesh
this fragile and weak frame
as time elapses I dare to say
I might even forget my name
they light my hair ablaze
they swing at me with torches
all the sadistic demons
sacrificial land slide
If i smile for too long
I soon regret, that it was just
a dissociation of my heart
still pumping, and pounding, fighting to be heard
through the smoke callused core
of my psychosis power tool soul
never is it home
and never is pleasure free
my own personal slavery
the price I pay for being me.
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