Crooked vision
The silence is loud
Rattling in collision
Panic pulls at my mane
Alone in the tormenting rain
I'm too crazy to go insane
Gagging and choking on air
But I guess life isn't fair
I wish I would drown in this
Trapped in a pit full of piss
Bound upon an icy rack
Eyes shut tighter than the barbed restraints
Hundreds of beetles crawling up my back
As mosquitoes feed on my lap
Alone again
In the darkness
Not a window in the cell
The dust echoes in my cage
The tears I try to repel
My spit is turning red
To be free is to be dead
Maybe that is better instead
I need to get out of my head
