Invisible claws scratch at the spirit’s skin

The sentence of my sin now rises and begins

Morpheus too far to show his ability

Slowly I must now suffer this brutality

Like a foetus that is my form and shape

Shattered by this harshness I can not escape

Too many stages in different types of torture

As I crack slowly until I fracture

The heat adds intensity to this cold experience

Fate adds more years to my life sentence

Hands in my head when I was a baby inmate

Now I am a seasoned veteran but I still struggle to relate

Patterns come knocking everything down

If this is my kingdom, may I please have my crown

Never to be lost but bound and locked from freedom

Solitude my company with hard labour being random

Spitting blood and I smile, what can I do

Layered in my mind with what I go through

Even if I call out, only solitude hears

So depressed to feel and know fear

No chance of escape, release or parole

Swallowed ruthlessly and swallowed whole

Breathe at ease when it becomes dense

Coming of a blow is so deep and tense

Choices for kings, not for us in this prison

For I built this where I toil due to treason

Thought I was smart but am now worse than a fool

Was never in charge, just the devil’s tool

But I still grow and am now wise

Consequence beyond reason, no longer a surprise

Inner urge bursts forth in fury, rising in a flood

Awakening exploding with my first tear of blood.