Caged

Out from dark and encased in time Is it my fault that I row against such tides? I hate the state that my room's become But in it its warmth is where I've grown to succumb I'll suffocate in this space I've grown Dragging my corpse when it's neither rotten or cold Still sticking the dirt deeper into my eyes And claw at the skin believing self made lies But is this a fate that I've created alone? Fearing my hands; the source of violence I own I shut my eyes and blind myself I place the blame upon someone else I'll give myself to that only alone I've owned Allow them to take, to stake a claim to my soul Put cemented boots upon the back of skull Worms in my eyes; the pain they attempt to console Sounds of thoughts, never a chance to say Ash on my back to cover the skin they've flayed And when left nothing, when stripped of my soul I'll toss myself into a bottomless hole