Not making a sound,
Trapped in my inner self,
With Acid field lungs,
Pounding in my ears
are deadly drums
Caged in like monkeys
Are the voices that surround my head
Autumn burns like fire
Tied to my neck is a short wire
Autumn doesn't scream I'm free
Because it feels as if I'm trapped in this 21 century
Not making a sound
As I'm Connected to that wire
Feet are unable to touch the ground
Here I stand not making a sound