In melancholy cage I lie,
feeling certain soon to die.
By malicious malady imprisoned,
and with sorrows heavy chains burdened.
Lie I with knees pulled in close,
as if in fear of loosing those.
My prison to shadows owes it's design,
and yet I feel with it I must align.
Lying inside in position fetal,
encased by bars that are hardly metal.
Yet from it I can't seem to flee,
feeling like I'll never be free.
A prisoner in my own head,
feeling at times as if I were dead.
Could somebody else perhaps,
if given all my inner maps?
Set me free from my own mind,
so that happiness I might find?
Or is that an unlikely impossible dream,
I must admit it does so seem.
My inner cell it has no lock,
only I myself from freedom block.
And yet I just cannot flee,
oh dear god will I ever be free?
Originally Posted On Site: 2009-11-26 00:24:07
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