His soul is stunned
The walls soaked in white and red drift through his memories. A room with nothing but straps and locks to hold him there, as they speak to him, but it wont be alright, not now, not ever. The walls close in, the sun doesnt rise here, nothing but misery and time to keep you company. The bed soaked with emotions but still breathing in a cold dark absence of anything to compare . Wandering where life went ary and how familiar all of the imposed boundaries are, they frame you like a photograph, but self examination is not the key for there are far too many pixels comprising this whole. He lies there day and night, checked like a child every fifteen minutes to be sure that he hasnt hurt himself as children do He watches his shadow taking off.
The walls soaked in white and red drift through his memories. A room with nothing but straps and locks to hold him there, as they speak to him, but it wont be alright, not now, not ever. The walls close in, the sun doesnt rise here, nothing but misery and time to keep you company. The bed soaked with emotions but still breathing in a cold dark absence of anything to compare . Wandering where life went ary and how familiar all of the imposed boundaries are, they frame you like a photograph, but self examination is not the key for there are far too many pixels comprising this whole. He lies there day and night, checked like a child every fifteen minutes to be sure that he hasnt hurt himself as children do He watches his shadow taking off.