Where is home?
It is not here,
This place containing faces that are unchanging.

There is no escape,
Haunted by the ropes you are entrenched in
Pulling at you from all directions.

As you feel the pain,
You can do nothing
But stand there and cry.

As the tears run,
Your mind races, your heart beats in your ears,
You stand up from the low point which you were just in.

Ripping the ropes apart,
Shredding their tethers as you break free
From this world you are trapped in.

You are dying, begging,
Counting the days...

Until you leave this *brick built prison.