My mind is a battlefield where struggle takes place,
forces of good and evil clash.
For their cause may be justified,
but me is the victim,
who is trashed from side to side

I am tried and tortured for the sake of truth,
dragged down unknown paths,
drowned to hostile seabed.
I am a useless puppet, an amusing pet.

For the escape is unthinkable,
no way to unshackle sagging chains.
The earth is the limit,
where i wither till the end of days.
And the greedy clouds wont let the light out, looming over queer scene.
I try to read the faces, but the shadows take them away to decease.
The battle goes on.
The fight picks up steam.

I plea the master who set up this play.
I need a break.
I need delay.
The world is no longer my dwelling.
This life is no longer my claim.
I only want a little silence,
a time to think it away,
the freedom to shake my visions,
now no more than hazy shapes,
to fall asleep in wilderness,
where ground will soak me in green embrace.