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As everyday drags by I stand here, placid, in this place where they can never find me. Everyday. Everyday I used to try and find a way to escape this place. Eventually I realised, the walls were in my head - the barriers in my soul. There is no escape.
The hours creep by, dragging themselves across me like razors across a gleaming surface, forever wearing it down. What do I see? All I see is the malicious grins of those people in the courtroom, and the way all those eyes turned to stare at me, devouring me with their hating eyes. My presence is putrid, like a septic wound I am left in my condition to get worse.
The worst thing about it all is that people can't see me. I no longer no what's going on. Here I am, reliving that fateful day on a loop. There is no happiness, the wings of love are not here to fly me to safety. Here I lie, chained down in the deepest realms of my own mind.
I want them to find me, to stop overlooking me. One day I will finally cut through this dense clot, hacking through the foliage and discovering the luscious beauty on the other side. Until then I lie hemmed into a corner, the air is dank and rotten with the smell of dying hope and there is no path out. I am forever trapped.
There is nothing for me on the outisde, so why do I see it as such a liberation?, why do I want to join those who shunned me, cast me down? I had everything and lost it all. Why is this place in such a lurid state? It is like an attic, stock-piled to the ceiling with clutter, yet, the more I move it, the more comes back to take its place. For those of you who cannot picture it, I am stuck inside an infernal game of Tetris.
The strangest thing of all is that I have lost contact with the outside world and yet at the same time I am not dettached from it. I know that I'm not living some parallel life, I know the world exists, I just cannot find it. So, as a man who has lost everything clings to his last penny, I shall cling to the hope that one day someone will find a way to rescue me.
The hours creep by, dragging themselves across me like razors across a gleaming surface, forever wearing it down. What do I see? All I see is the malicious grins of those people in the courtroom, and the way all those eyes turned to stare at me, devouring me with their hating eyes. My presence is putrid, like a septic wound I am left in my condition to get worse.
The worst thing about it all is that people can't see me. I no longer no what's going on. Here I am, reliving that fateful day on a loop. There is no happiness, the wings of love are not here to fly me to safety. Here I lie, chained down in the deepest realms of my own mind.
I want them to find me, to stop overlooking me. One day I will finally cut through this dense clot, hacking through the foliage and discovering the luscious beauty on the other side. Until then I lie hemmed into a corner, the air is dank and rotten with the smell of dying hope and there is no path out. I am forever trapped.
There is nothing for me on the outisde, so why do I see it as such a liberation?, why do I want to join those who shunned me, cast me down? I had everything and lost it all. Why is this place in such a lurid state? It is like an attic, stock-piled to the ceiling with clutter, yet, the more I move it, the more comes back to take its place. For those of you who cannot picture it, I am stuck inside an infernal game of Tetris.
The strangest thing of all is that I have lost contact with the outside world and yet at the same time I am not dettached from it. I know that I'm not living some parallel life, I know the world exists, I just cannot find it. So, as a man who has lost everything clings to his last penny, I shall cling to the hope that one day someone will find a way to rescue me.
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As everyday drags by I stand here, placid, in this place where they can never find me. Everyday. Everyday I used to try and find a way to escape this place. Eventually I realised, the walls were in my head - the barriers in my soul. There is no escape.
The hours creep by, dragging themselves across me like razors across a gleaming surface, forever wearing it down. What do I see? All I see is the malicious grins of those people in the courtroom, and the way all those eyes turned to stare at me, devouring me with their hating eyes. My presence is putrid, like a septic wound I am left in my condition to get worse.
The worst thing about it all is that people can't see me. I no longer no what's going on. Here I am, reliving that fateful day on a loop. There is no happiness, the wings of love are not here to fly me to safety. Here I lie, chained down in the deepest realms of my own mind.
I want them to find me, to stop overlooking me. One day I will finally cut through this dense clot, hacking through the foliage and discovering the luscious beauty on the other side. Until then I lie hemmed into a corner, the air is dank and rotten with the smell of dying hope and there is no path out. I am forever trapped.
There is nothing for me on the outisde, so why do I see it as such a liberation?, why do I want to join those who shunned me, cast me down? I had everything and lost it all. Why is this place in such a lurid state? It is like an attic, stock-piled to the ceiling with clutter, yet, the more I move it, the more comes back to take its place. For those of you who cannot picture it, I am stuck inside an infernal game of Tetris.
The strangest thing of all is that I have lost contact with the outside world and yet at the same time I am not dettached from it. I know that I'm not living some parallel life, I know the world exists, I just cannot find it. So, as a man who has lost everything clings to his last penny, I shall cling to the hope that one day someone will find a way to rescue me.
The hours creep by, dragging themselves across me like razors across a gleaming surface, forever wearing it down. What do I see? All I see is the malicious grins of those people in the courtroom, and the way all those eyes turned to stare at me, devouring me with their hating eyes. My presence is putrid, like a septic wound I am left in my condition to get worse.
The worst thing about it all is that people can't see me. I no longer no what's going on. Here I am, reliving that fateful day on a loop. There is no happiness, the wings of love are not here to fly me to safety. Here I lie, chained down in the deepest realms of my own mind.
I want them to find me, to stop overlooking me. One day I will finally cut through this dense clot, hacking through the foliage and discovering the luscious beauty on the other side. Until then I lie hemmed into a corner, the air is dank and rotten with the smell of dying hope and there is no path out. I am forever trapped.
There is nothing for me on the outisde, so why do I see it as such a liberation?, why do I want to join those who shunned me, cast me down? I had everything and lost it all. Why is this place in such a lurid state? It is like an attic, stock-piled to the ceiling with clutter, yet, the more I move it, the more comes back to take its place. For those of you who cannot picture it, I am stuck inside an infernal game of Tetris.
The strangest thing of all is that I have lost contact with the outside world and yet at the same time I am not dettached from it. I know that I'm not living some parallel life, I know the world exists, I just cannot find it. So, as a man who has lost everything clings to his last penny, I shall cling to the hope that one day someone will find a way to rescue me.
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