tethered to this foreign being
that quakes, shakes, and rumbles
-- uncontrolled--
is it living?
is it being... something or someone?
who is to really know?

bound down and forced to walk
forced to open up and talk
when silence has never condemned me
of befuddled reasoning, unsuspecting..
of those whom are meant to be?

rattled, my cages.
pressed against me, and now ages.
do i restrict? dare i defile?
how come i gave you more...
and walking alone in this aisle?
yes, dare me.
mind-**** my senses, rusty in your own delight?
can i tell you, can i make you devour...
your sticky resin and my fright?

see what you want me to,
who cares, right?
opened me up, shut me down,
scaring me, taking the night?

is this to your own accord?
to linger, the stench retracting and retracing
routes to memories.
like scouts in the forest, going on instinct.

so in a resticted, list-driven place; its a life, a ****** up rat race
holding me back-- showing me only what i lack,
no praise, marginal raise,
a hum-drum rountine, of ringing and singing...
retorts, personal escorts, and plans to demand
in sugar-coated lines and scripts... written by mindless man
performing over and over again
[...] turning over and over like a songs refrain;

to what will remain?
when this tethered bond releases?
and its only my name...
that keeps the mind from going insane?