Prison

It's cozy in here
in my cushioned cage
no light no windows
just darkness inside
I scratch the walls
thick with confusion
my head spins and contorts
twisting and spiraling
deeper into the hole

I lay there in defeat
in the thickening dark
I'd pray to something
if I knew it would work
but the silence becomes me
as I become numb
something lifeless is what I've become

my cage is my home
I stir around
painful aches
and the pills
that calm the confusion
dull my brain down to nothing
thoughtless, emotionless;
a zombie

what was once bright and beautiful
is now dull and dark
lifeless and raw
it cuts to the bone
and rips at the seams

a life is now wasted
colorless and ugly
deformed and disgusting
there's still meat on the bone
but it sags in defeat