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sitting staring in the darkness what is it that i hope to see a reflection of you? a reflection of me a reflection of all the things i wish to be but cant... think about that for a second. i'm sure you've heard of prisoners staring at the outside through bars of a cage. now imagine that cage being your mind. that's right. i have become a prisoner of my mind locked away behind bars of prohibition words of cant, wont, shouldn't, and no just sitting there, looking in the darkness at places i want to go people i want to see and things i want to do, but cant i wonder, has it ever occurred to you that being held prisoner in your mind is worse than being held prisoner? only i can hear my silent cries my unspoken pleadings my rabid curses only i can see in my mind's eye my bloodied hands scratching at the grill my righteous rage my madness begging for a straightjacket only i am sitting staring in the darkness trying in vain to silence that voice in my head hoping that you'd look into my eyes see the me locked up wrongfully climb into my mind reach into the darkness and free me. free me from my mind
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Jun 18, 2012
Jun 18, 2012 at 11:47 AM UTC
Prisoner of Mind
sitting staring in the darkness what is it that i hope to see a reflection of you? a reflection of me a reflection of all the things i wish to be but cant... think about that for a second. i'm sure you've heard of prisoners staring at the outside through bars of a cage. now imagine that cage being your mind. that's right. i have become a prisoner of my mind locked away behind bars of prohibition words of cant, wont, shouldn't, and no just sitting there, looking in the darkness at places i want to go people i want to see and things i want to do, but cant i wonder, has it ever occurred to you that being held prisoner in your mind is worse than being held prisoner? only i can hear my silent cries my unspoken pleadings my rabid curses only i can see in my mind's eye my bloodied hands scratching at the grill my righteous rage my madness begging for a straightjacket only i am sitting staring in the darkness trying in vain to silence that voice in my head hoping that you'd look into my eyes see the me locked up wrongfully climb into my mind reach into the darkness and free me. free me from my mind
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Jun 18, 2012
Jun 18, 2012 at 11:47 AM UTC
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