I want to escape
My skin is a prison that I want to escape;
I know there is nothing underneath the flesh and bones I call mine,
but I can FEEL my essence angrily churning,
begging for release of this existence.
I want to escape
The flesh I occupy feels like a punishment
bestowed upon me for not being worthy of being truly free
by God who knows the tortment I wish
on those who are innocent.
I want to escape
The prison of meat I call mine was designed by a being
who isn't limited by one himself.
My flesh burns,
as my soul rejects it.
I want to escape
Can Father hear how
his creation screams inside the neat little prison
he made for me?
I want to escape
Can Father forgive me
for cutting into the walls of this prison
he made for me?
I want to escape
Can Father let me out
of this nightmare of a prison that
he made for me?
I want to escape
I want to escape
Please,
I want to escape.
May 12, 2019
May 12, 2019 at 5:41 AM UTC
I want to escape
My skin is a prison that I want to escape;
I know there is nothing underneath the flesh and bones I call mine,
but I can FEEL my essence angrily churning,
begging for release of this existence.
I want to escape
The flesh I occupy feels like a punishment
bestowed upon me for not being worthy of being truly free
by God who knows the tortment I wish
on those who are innocent.
I want to escape
The prison of meat I call mine was designed by a being
who isn't limited by one himself.
My flesh burns,
as my soul rejects it.
I want to escape
Can Father hear how
his creation screams inside the neat little prison
he made for me?
I want to escape
Can Father forgive me
for cutting into the walls of this prison
he made for me?
I want to escape
Can Father let me out
of this nightmare of a prison that
he made for me?
I want to escape
I want to escape
Please,
I want to escape.
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