control

an hour a day i get to live,
trapped in this hole, trapped within my soul,
its never empty, my mind with these thoughts,
its like itches of self pity, swirling around inside a bowl,

i see the walls crushing me,
can feel the breath of insanity,
fell the fists of fury, burying me,
i am in deep, blind within sacrilegious bullshit vanity,

mist upon mist of total darkness,
chained to the wall of my conscious numbness,
breaking the rules which never made sense,
sitting alone in the middle of a black painted fence,

bound to the frame that i hold my soul,
i am choking, i need relief, i need my control,
i need my control...