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A psychological prisoner within the skeletal ribs of my childhood abode

No furniture, no life, no presence

Black, white and grey in entirety

Gaze through broken windows, dead trees

only brittle leaves remain

Brushing together, fragile and dead

The sound rises to a roar, raging in my head

A violent ringing in my ears, going deaf

Blistering screams, losing my mind

I am confined, alone in my torture

Trapped within my own warped memory

The walls bleed pain

The ceilings breathe memory

(Chorus)

There is no escape when bound

By my thoughts and dreams recurring

Where is my gauge of reality

when I’m trapped perpetually within a dream

(inside a broken mind)

When trauma’s memory is revived

When the hell has survived

I return to that abandoned prison

Once again I’m trapped inside

Psychologically chained to history

Where present is past