Written during my gray period.

Trapped inside a book of pain
A demented mind taken in vain.
There's nothing whatsoever to dismay
Every word I hear or say.

"There's no way out," I cry inside
There's no longer a place to hide.
Trapped and surrounded by a pool of blood.
The smell covers the scents of the rosebuds.
A fury born of simplistic vengeance-
Only in the delusional mind does it make sense.
In dreams we become who we want.
Good or evil, we fight the hellspont.

Trapped inside a fear we create ourselves.
It's all that remains of the singing elves.
To be free inside a moment,
A spark of hope shall be sent.
A fleeting thought of a poet
In a pattern as we learn to sew it.

Trapped behind a curtain of praise
As innocent fans flock to the latest craze.
Screaming cries shock the ears
For all of the silence I've heard these years.
Giving love with conditions
Is not the way to honor submissions.

Trapped inside a lonely palace,
But I still remember its vengeance

Taking retribution without care. Still I remain here tied to nowhere To have the days of breaking bread, Safe at night in a warm bed.

Trapped but free are we all
With great prospective, we hear the call.
Give us this day, a dream to dream.
A tiny heart growing fast, cradled in the sun's beam.
Trapped but free is where we will be.
In a world gone mad, we do not see.