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My Prison
Zombie eyes lost in reflections
 Under water berried deep 
 In this day dream state
 Need to be awakened
 From this nightmare
 Trapped inside this room of mirrors
 To mock your every flaw
 As all time is lost
 
 Meaningless movements repeated
 It’s never enough
 Need to keep moving
 To stay alive
 The warden is out to bite
 
 Older brighter star
 Out shines my every step
 And defeats my quiet glimmer
 Every bend of the knee
 Every point of the foot
 Is lifting a thousand pounds
 Unwilling body and mind 
 Dragging me down
 
 Hard to stay on time
 Hard to even stay alive
 Disappointed judging eyes
 Scout the angle of my head
 The curve of my fingers
 And take mental note
 Of every mistake
 
 This is my prison
 Time stretches for eternity
 As I am built to robot standards
 Topping off ten years
 A decade of pushing
 Pushing my will
 My own self control 
 
 Breathing down my neck
 French words like serpents
 Spat out to break you down
 Anticipating the next dose of poison
 Begging it doesn’t strike to lethal amounts
 
 What is in front of these eyes?
 What keeps my focus from my grasp?
 Can’t retrieve my mind
 Lost in worlds outside this room
 Lungs still working in and out
 Heart still pumping blood throughout 
 But I feel so dead
 Through my eyes you see
 An empty corpse
 Heart and soul vacated 
 My hollow wandering body
 This is my prison
 And this is surely where I’ll perish

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