Cages

Howls dig into the senses
like finger being drug down a chalkboard
as the wire they control creeps up before the eyes
from those voices fill with evil.

Soon there is no place not caged
and always seeing them from inside
because of the curse, the inevitable legacy of rage
that vile inheritance of the power players
who dwell everywhere and even your brain.

Inside the terror bubbles
for life has become a prison camp
always among the condemned
with no pardon waiting in the end.

The heart still beats, but it hurt so much,
life has slipped into a labyrinth of traps,
none offering any escape.

Tonight will be a haunted stumbling stroll
through a wicked fun house
filled with psychopathic sorcerers
they’ll find you in the darkness
then drag you over cut glass.

Left lying in a pool of blood
until morning vomits its candles,
when it will be time to march off to office hell,
which is the biggest jail there is,
while it only offers release
after you die,
though you pulse stopped years ago
once the dreams were sacrificed
on an altar called a desk.


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