Thoughts #178

Inmate me in my mind,
close the curtains, turn the lights, make me blind.
Cuff me to the skull and to me be rude,
yell at me, please be crude.
Demean, degrade, wash the brain to dark,
brand me, tattoo me, and leave your marks.
Internal the battle, myself to death,
strangle, make me capture my last breath,
stand over, step on my mental throat,
in it's cell make my mind sink or float.

These things to me I need to say,
sometimes just to alive the day.
They make me smile.