At the end of every path leads
To an inescapable outcome
A haven unsafe
An all but imaginary place
Biting the tongue till blood draws
Picking the skin until its raw
Finding a gasp of air
Locked behind the rib cage
Like an inmate to a jail cell
Knotted within like the hair
Every cope left un-coped
Every thought left unthought
A mindless void
Games. played like a toy
Like a little girl and a little boy
Unbeknownst to you
The thief of their joy
Like a thread of corduroy
Woven to a smooth feel
Made to a reality that isn't real
Like eyes stuck to a reel
A rock to the chest
Swift and heft
Made to sit in silence
Like a night of rest
Unknowing of what comes next
