Captivity

I wake up in the morning waiting for the day to end

I would give just about anything to be able to break or bend

these rules and restrictions called space and time

as I lay in this bed steady losing my mind

It is beyond the point of having days left to go

instead its bundles of 24 hours and they go so slow

and I feel every one of them as my contemption grows

watching out the window as no redemption shows

My very own mind has become a prison cell

these four walls and this bed have become my hell

time and time again I think of breaking out

but I'm constantly reminded of all the inmates that have been taken out

So instead I find my solace in thinking of you

the thought of seeing you again is what's getting me through but its a double edged sword, dreaming of your touch

because i dont have you my soul must bare the cuts

This isn't a word on love but of a torn and battered spirit

but of course when one is in love, others can't help but feel it

this is more a cry for help to find what I have lost

although I can't say what it looks like, what it does, or what it costs.

So who has the patience to walk with mw, talk with me, remind me who I'm supposed to be, show me how it feels to be free since i can't find these things in me, I just lay in my cell all day long, watching the fanblades singing my song, and I feel like i'm the little ball thats in pong, helpless to better myself. Thrown here and there no end in sight, should I escape they just put me right where I just came from yelling "don't move scum" but then impel me to be thrown here and there. And it goes on like this until the players get bored. They move on to have fun and I go back to the ward, to my very own packaging where I will safely be stored until they need me again because some more players are bored. So here i come towards the board but I don't know what for or what's the score or whats in store after August fourth. I'm losing sight of my goal I'm becoming blind as a mole. Or is it a bat? I just feel ready to pack my life away like I'm becoming a rat that you can dress up in some shoes and a hat , and if you stay long enough I might just do a tap dance just for you, now don't you feel special? And then you can go on about your day but still my flesh will continue to tighten up as its trying to shut me up and I start to feel like what the fuck am I doing just close the book or else you might just learn how to read

I'm not quite sure what I've been talking about and if you asked me to, I don't think that i could recount. I just sit with a pen and paper and things start to spout, I'm sure eventually I'll know what this was about, but for now I'll just say peace y'all i'm out.