Desperate in an invisible cage,
My life as an empty page.
You are an ugly scrawl on my life,
Leaving blood tracks on my thighs,
Constraining me in your iron arms,
I can feel all but calm.
You said you would let me be,
But nothing is what it seems to be.
I swim helplessly upward,
It is the only way forward.
Pain stifle my desperate screams,
Haunting my most inner dreams.
Scrawled across the snow are bloody marks,
A hidden figure at which dog barks.
Death is the only release,
A pleasure which none could please.
I am frightened of my very self,
Not knowing how to make the famous shelf.
Leaving a path of destruction,
I can do all but construction.
I have lost my feeble voice,
Leaving myself with no choice.
I hate all in the world,
With no one to say a kindly word.
There is only one way out,
A passage we all hear about.
Towards the dark we advance,
Leaving all up to chance.
Down to the core with despair,
It's a damage which none could repair.
My life is a monstrous corruption,
Stronger than a chemical fusion.
I can do nothing but sink,
Burying down without a blink.
There is nothing but ruins,
My predictions on life proven.
Floating in trackless seas,
I will bleed until you see.
I submerge myself in darkness,
In my only sub-conscious.