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Trapped in the four walls of my mind

opaque is the glass around me

the noise is defeaning, my face is blind

cast me into the open sea.

I'm a prisoner on open ground

tethered to the moon

there are no prison guards around

liberators cant come too soon.

The rusty shackles around my neck

clank and stutter as I crawl

Im a shaking, nervous wreck

my fellow inmates want to brawl

Im a prisoner of this war

that is waged inside my brain

bitter wind whips my core

and sinks into this windowpane.

Im breaking rocks all day and night

hefting hammers in my hand

the field of my minf is pocked with blight

leaving only a few strands

of verdant greens for nourishment

that will sustain me one more day

I strike a match, scrape the flint

that will turn this fuel an ashen gray.

I'm a prisoner to myself

lost the key in blackened mud

too bad I've forgotten how to smelt

cuz then Id break free from this cursed blood.