A solitary bulb, a solitary spark
On in company, but mostly staying dark
A solitary sound, the cacophonous pound
Of blood pressure rising, all that's unbound.
Heart rate is lifting, it's all that can
Even eyes are stuck downward, I cannot stand
Shackles and chains, knife wounds and pain
I wonder which color is shirt, and which stain.
Though there's blood, I smell only sweat
I finally nod off, wake gasping and wet
Courage and guilt, form my threadbare quilt
Will cowardice win the day in this tilt?
I speak when I must, even I cannot trust
What I say 'round these mouthfuls of rust
They say I'll be free, that they'll let me be
If I'll just give in to these demons in me.
They don't know their art, they misread their mark
They don't know that I like it here in the dark
They think that they've shown they can render me prone
But the truth is I like it in here on my own.
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