Visions (Through A Boarded Window)

Four walls surround himA young boy with a vision of hopeCascade the shade through the boards it awaitsA chain held throne with the means of escapeFirst fist through the glassBlood runs from his fist down to his handsHe tries again but failsThe board's held in tight with nailsThe struggle begins to take holdHe cries and he hides inside the shade alone so coldThe cycle must continueThe subject here is tortureEntrapment is now blissfulReceive all but self destructionInsanity starts to take holdAnd fear has welcomed itself in the roomThe boy sits there tattered and tornIn the fetal position as he is rebornUnaware of the beasts underneathHis eyes drift away as he sleepsDon't drift awayYou may still have a chance to escapeJust try againThe first board s slowly giving wayNo more nights wishing daylight would comeThere's no fun in expecting the pain so runLet each hit be for all you've receivedRip away at the boards and uncover the freedom beneath