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?