Living In The Mind's Cage

34.

The voice that lured me, into this cage,
People don't surprise me in this day and age,
Not anymore,
As I sit on this grubby floor,
With rusty chains to match,
I suddenly hear, a click of a latch,
Without a second to spare, I'm falling,
As I go deeper into dark, I hear someone calling,
Oh but it sounds just like you,

As I sit in a much darker cell,
I'm thinking to myself, I'd prefer hell,
With knotted hair, and ripped up jeans,
A dirty tank top, with words barely seen,

It's so dark, but that isn't what scares me,
Not even the even the 'monsters' lurking by the key,
The monster I fear the most is in me,

The voices get louder day by day,
I shouldn't have let them in, I have nothing to say,
They keep telling me, other ways,
To spend my time,
But here I am making nursery rhymes,

In my own head, I am trapped,
In my own head, I must adapt,

In my own head, I fight,
In my own head, I'm confused what is right,

In my own head, there are songs,
In my own head, I'd listen all day long,

In my own head, the voices are loud,
In my own head, they shroud,

In my own head, they get rid of the coping,
In my own head, they make sure I am moping,

In my own head, they remain still,
In my own head, they know they crushed my will,

They left me abandoned, when they made sure I was alone,
No one to run to, and nowhere to go,
This 'tumor' only continues to grow,
Where they start and I end, I wish I could know,

For they've entangled themselves, woven tightly to me,
They show me what they want, and won't let be me,

I sit in this cell, holding my dreaded head,
I shouldn't wish for myself to be dead,
But they tell me and tell me all hours of day,
And I don't know how to keep the demons at bay,

Endless silence of this closed off space,
But my thoughts just continue to race and race,
It's so dark I haven't seen my face,
In so long, I don't think I would want to,
To see the haunted eyes of emptiness, and the given up frown,
I've come so far in this, it's beyond letting myself down,

As I continue with my ritual, of moping and going insane,
For fun the only thing I do is make a song of these repetitive chains,

I sit here soiled, dirty, an insane festering mess,
But I finally snap out of my head and here I lay to rest.

Who would've guessed?
I got what I wished for,
And now I lay here, on another grubby floor.

A/N: Ooo another update? So yea i guess my motivation is back for a little while. Let me know what you think, errors? Recommendations? Ideas for a type of poem you'd like to see? Maybe a little cheerful one, although I'm not sure I could do that, but we'll see. I sound like a dark and brooding person don't I? Oh well, I do keep forgetting to dedicate a chapter to someone because I have one faithful reader currently, so I'd like to shout out to lissa5467 for liking my poems and staying with me, even though i do disappear for a while sometimes. Thank you for reading it means a lot. I guess I'll shoot for updating tomorrow as well, not sure though.
Until then.

~~RDP~~