Prisoner of my Flesh

What do you do
when you can’t stand
to be in your own skin?

When your very bones
cry out from the pain
of living in this body?

This flesh is my prison;
my mind is a judge
sentencing me to this hell.

I just want this torment to end
but this is my burden to bear
until my last breath.

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red-pill's picture

We are capable of great things

You have to find a way to reach a higher spiritual consciousness, through music or art for example, or any other thing that expands your mind
When we labour and strive for these things the flesh's control over us will fall apart
We will become liberated
The flesh is in reality only a small part of the person
We are capable of great things

Morningglory's picture

I know this feeling well...

I know this feeling well... imprisoned in the flesh.

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