My Cell

Locked inside a mental cell
trapped behind perceptions bars
my only visitors are those that read
these words I bleed

my open wound acts as my inkwell
my finger my quill
the wall is my parchment

I write till I get light headed
stitch up my wound
and I rest

Sometimes for minutes
or even days
or odd days
listening to Jimmie
lost in some purple haze
soul rise away when the erb gets blazed
this just may be
my only key

as I rise away
from my cell
centering my mind
I focus every cell

in my body still
yet not there at all
sitting in the springtime
witnessing the fall

I shut my eyes tight
when frustration
makes them to swell
when I open I'm back in my cell

rip open my wound
dip my finger in
smell of the ritual
still is lingering

A word for every ruler
that truly don't give a fuck
I lose a pint every line I write
this world is so corrupt

Days of the damned
come as they've been dreaded
I write till I can't
cause I'm just to light headed

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