Iota

Trapped, the fixtures on the walls suggest captivity Time elapsed, not known, but I've been here for an eternity Unbelievable, vulgar obscenities and unfathomable mechanisms Non-reversible, the experiments by other so-called organisms My reality is suppressed, it is at the mercy of them My being is suppressed, it is at the mercy of them Cascading devastation, as I confront my newfound existence It is at the mercy of them Hour to hour, minute to minute Awaiting return from this encounter of the fourth kind Return Return me