Sometimes I feel like
I am being tortured
in a cell.

Wired and hooked
all ready to go through hell,
in that horrific cell.

My emotions
are so crooked up.

I need a hideout
from myself.

They are my master
and I am their slave.

They feed me with feelings
which I can never tell.

The darkness within
is much more than my outer glow.

Its my cocoon
& it is my shell.

Caged and bounded by chains,
as if to fix the time of my death.

The more I try to break free,
the stronger they hold me.

These restraints are killing me,
I need to run but I am transfixed.

Devoid of my strength,
I am on the floor.

Praying to the evil,
to leave me all alone.