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Escape Artist
I feel the chains pull tighter around my chest
lowered into the box where I won't find my rest
this coffin like cage of which I'll escape
or try as I might, before it's too late
I feel suffocated as I take my last breath
before I am lowered, perhaps to my death
in the darkness around me, smothered by steel
I dare you to contemplate how exactly I feel
My arms writhe as I attempt to break free
lingering on the breath that could be the last for me
I fill my lungs tighten as I struggle to escape
this is the price I pay for the choices I make
the tomb now folds in, I feel it shrink
or is it just me as I rest on the brink
of a thoughtless suicide of which I decided
in this cage that I alone have provided
Will they raise me up before it's too late,
or let me die with my fatal mistake?
To think I'm not human, to allow myself to die
in this box in which I lie
the chains of my own making wrapped around my chest
perhaps it is time now, perhaps it is best
to end it this way, already six foot under
could I have escaped? I've no time to wonder.
