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Sitting here, Tied to my chair, Lashed with commands, Controlled... Filling with a desire to escape, To free myself, Finding freedom inside... Imagination is my kingdom, my escape, and they call me mad, This world blackens my senses, Reality is a delusion, My mind is reality, Threatening to drift away into madness... Or they call it madness anyway. This cage, this prison cell, this classroom... This grimy hole in which I stand, Feeling them force their thoughts into my mind, Unwillingly accepting the **** Watching them bleach and scrub my brain, Painting it with ignorance, Covering it in a veil, My senses are gone, I only see black, Through a world of cold numeric displays, Charts, and blank readouts dominate the sky, Beauty is lost, My mind is gone.
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Nov 19, 2011
Nov 19, 2011 at 1:16 PM UTC
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Sitting here, Tied to my chair, Lashed with commands, Controlled... Filling with a desire to escape, To free myself, Finding freedom inside... Imagination is my kingdom, my escape, and they call me mad, This world blackens my senses, Reality is a delusion, My mind is reality, Threatening to drift away into madness... Or they call it madness anyway. This cage, this prison cell, this classroom... This grimy hole in which I stand, Feeling them force their thoughts into my mind, Unwillingly accepting the **** Watching them bleach and scrub my brain, Painting it with ignorance, Covering it in a veil, My senses are gone, I only see black, Through a world of cold numeric displays, Charts, and blank readouts dominate the sky, Beauty is lost, My mind is gone.
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john-hulse
Nov 19, 2011
Nov 19, 2011 at 1:16 PM UTC
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