My Shell
Trapped in this Concrete Jungle
Of bars and wires
The timbre of a thousand souls yell out
We are all incarcerated for our sins
Murderers, Violators, Thieves and Liars
But in here we are all equally alone
Month one, the mind is Numb
Hundreds of deafening whispers hurt the ear
As I walk into the range of wild things
Everyone analyzes the new animal
Sniffing the air for weakness and Fear
But I show nothing, and gain reverence
Outside I am cold and emotionless
Inside I’m weak and jaded
The mind reflects on the night before
The evening when I first saw her
But the image is becoming sombre and faded
So I quickly sketch out her perfect semblance
My nightmare is this reality
Individually devitalized
Chained to my shell
Here I slowly lose my understanding
Eating away at my consciousness
Lost, if it wasn’t for her
Lonely, my mind without her
Enchanted I was when I saw her
Month two, feels like a year
And the inmates flourish around me
I hold her tight in my grasp
I need her to exist
In my possession they strive to see
I hide her in my pocket and isolated myself
The hours feel like years on Lucifer’s calendar
He laughs and tantalizes me with sovereignty
I vagrantly pace back and forth
My redundant sorrow of captivity
I hold her in my pocket, and she eases my sanity
I owe her my life…
Month three, I am free..
I destroy her portrait
So the perversion of this place doesn’t take advantage
On the out side I walk at my own pace
But how come I don’t feel fortunate?
Then one day, I meet her again…………
My nightmare was that reality
Individually devitalized
Chained to my shell
Harshly I almost lost my understanding
Eating away at my consciousness
Lost, if it wasn’t for her
Lonely, my mind without her
Enchanted I was when I saw her… again
I owe you my Sanity……..
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