I’ve been taken captive,
I’m completely losing it, used to be so adaptive
A dark black room, trapped on enemy soil
Struggling against the rope around my wrists
As they completely drench me in motor oil
No just slit my throat, I’m begging you
I did nothing wrong you don’t have to go through
With this, and a no-faced man smirks
“You and I both know that that’s simply not how this works.”
He holds up a lit match and asks “Any final words?”
“Yes, knowing what I’ve been through there’s no way this hurts.”
The man looks confused, angry that I don’t seem scared
He instead takes out a wrench, hits me on the back of my head
My skull cracks and opens, leaking out the thoughts,
Thank you for saving me from them, now hit a few more spots
Nobody will come for me, I know that to be true
I’ll just put up my hands, give them my gun too
Nobody must know, I simply can not tell
That I never wore a parachute, oh how far I fell
I went in completely blind, they all shot at my head
I closed my eyes and waited, this is it I’m dead
But whether I stay here or not, must not be my choice
For something protected me, I even heard a voice
We’re not done with you yet, much torture awaits
The torture’s only mental, around my brain hang weights
Slowing me down, preventing me from looking ahead
At my path, I only look down until I spread
Words of lies of how I’m doing well
Words of truth of the 24/7 alarm bell
Inside of my head, my ears they hurt
I don’t know should I just desert
I think about betraying my mind,
My only friend, the only one kind
The one that cares, although he’s ill
These feelings- how can they even be real?
It makes no sense, it’s so illogical
But these problems are nothing but psychological
They throw my vessel into the bin,
Treating my carriage like it’s nothing
It’s carried me my whole short life
Even though not always perfect, struggled against the knife
It was there for me, hurting as it did
And now it’s only a shell, I’m completely off the grid
At least the torture ends,
For both me and my good friend
Those lobes have been through hell,
the ones that help me think,
Because of how far I fell,
But now I have a personal Kitchen Sink
Which makes it okay, there’s purpose
And what I’ve written, it may be worthless
Scream my mind out, it might be wordless
It’s what I want, no- what I need
The first one ever, my first thoughtful deed
Think about your thoughts,
You’ve thought about the process of thinking
I’m writing this with one hand,
The other making sure I’m not sinking
Even deeper down this well, which goes on for eternity
Maybe I could drown in here
Do I want to? Certainly
My body they take home, place me into a closed coffin
Nobody dares look- not because of the injury
My eyes they still convey the utter and complete misery
That they showed all those years,
Together with this list of fears,
I know that they knew
Never spoke though, it’s true
They quickly put me down into the cold ground
Open my eyes, stopped by a black hound
His owner right there, red eyes and a smirk
Thought you’d get rid of me that easy,
No, only now you can watch me work
He points me to a door, that somehow holds my mind
I look around, begging for help. I’ve been left behind.
Nobody is there, I’m down here with the demon
I wanted to be up there, live in the perfect world
My second life narrated by- you guessed it, Morgan Freeman
But I’m not up there, no I’m down
What a surprise, I’ve never left this part of town
The battle is over, I’m stuck here again
I was used to this already, but my last hope was in vain
I finally wonder if I leave
..Would anyone grieve?
Jan 28, 2018
Jan 28, 2018 at 7:09 PM UTC
I’ve been taken captive,
I’m completely losing it, used to be so adaptive
A dark black room, trapped on enemy soil
Struggling against the rope around my wrists
As they completely drench me in motor oil
No just slit my throat, I’m begging you
I did nothing wrong you don’t have to go through
With this, and a no-faced man smirks
“You and I both know that that’s simply not how this works.”
He holds up a lit match and asks “Any final words?”
“Yes, knowing what I’ve been through there’s no way this hurts.”
The man looks confused, angry that I don’t seem scared
He instead takes out a wrench, hits me on the back of my head
My skull cracks and opens, leaking out the thoughts,
Thank you for saving me from them, now hit a few more spots
Nobody will come for me, I know that to be true
I’ll just put up my hands, give them my gun too
Nobody must know, I simply can not tell
That I never wore a parachute, oh how far I fell
I went in completely blind, they all shot at my head
I closed my eyes and waited, this is it I’m dead
But whether I stay here or not, must not be my choice
For something protected me, I even heard a voice
We’re not done with you yet, much torture awaits
The torture’s only mental, around my brain hang weights
Slowing me down, preventing me from looking ahead
At my path, I only look down until I spread
Words of lies of how I’m doing well
Words of truth of the 24/7 alarm bell
Inside of my head, my ears they hurt
I don’t know should I just desert
I think about betraying my mind,
My only friend, the only one kind
The one that cares, although he’s ill
These feelings- how can they even be real?
It makes no sense, it’s so illogical
But these problems are nothing but psychological
They throw my vessel into the bin,
Treating my carriage like it’s nothing
It’s carried me my whole short life
Even though not always perfect, struggled against the knife
It was there for me, hurting as it did
And now it’s only a shell, I’m completely off the grid
At least the torture ends,
For both me and my good friend
Those lobes have been through hell,
the ones that help me think,
Because of how far I fell,
But now I have a personal Kitchen Sink
Which makes it okay, there’s purpose
And what I’ve written, it may be worthless
Scream my mind out, it might be wordless
It’s what I want, no- what I need
The first one ever, my first thoughtful deed
Think about your thoughts,
You’ve thought about the process of thinking
I’m writing this with one hand,
The other making sure I’m not sinking
Even deeper down this well, which goes on for eternity
Maybe I could drown in here
Do I want to? Certainly
My body they take home, place me into a closed coffin
Nobody dares look- not because of the injury
My eyes they still convey the utter and complete misery
That they showed all those years,
Together with this list of fears,
I know that they knew
Never spoke though, it’s true
They quickly put me down into the cold ground
Open my eyes, stopped by a black hound
His owner right there, red eyes and a smirk
Thought you’d get rid of me that easy,
No, only now you can watch me work
He points me to a door, that somehow holds my mind
I look around, begging for help. I’ve been left behind.
Nobody is there, I’m down here with the demon
I wanted to be up there, live in the perfect world
My second life narrated by- you guessed it, Morgan Freeman
But I’m not up there, no I’m down
What a surprise, I’ve never left this part of town
The battle is over, I’m stuck here again
I was used to this already, but my last hope was in vain
I finally wonder if I leave
..Would anyone grieve?
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