Captured
I sit in a blue room
With handcuffs ruining my blood circulation
My hands are behind my back
Trying to find a way out in total concentration
I'd rather they cut me apart
Throw me outside.
Leave me in pouring rain,
Than be stuck behind bars as a failure.
They have taken all I got
Now it's my turn.
To play revenge.
They captured me and I'm all alone.
This time I'll be slicker than the ice on the floor.
Demons went into the wrong playground and into the wrong zone.
They opened the wrong door.
I'm captured here and oil goes through my veins.
It's power that makes me stronger.
Without it I starve.
And I lie here dying alive.
And captured.
They won't win again. I'll find a way out.
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I guess you can say this awkward poem goes with the before: No Escape. Make sense?
