• I think I'm trapped inside a cardboard box of memories,
    And every living moment kills me further,
    I don’t see anything any more,
    I can’t be anything any more,
    Should I stand and forsake my own fate for those who mean nothing to me?
    I want control – and I need it,
    If it’s the one thing I can take, so be it.
    Does it ever end and when can I see you?
    Let the bitter wind take what has been taken,
    Leave me to rust in Devil’s desire, in which the plan holds me to which hath killed me,
    I don’t want to go out today, now or tomorrow,
    Possibly not ‘til the end of time.
    Let me rot here – what has left has left,
    My pen barely touches the surface of this black hole,
    My heart daren’t go where it is doomed to show,
    The irony of a death sentence forged on tainted paper;
    Is far near to the enemy at hand.
    I truly see, the gallows of fate await me,
    If I refuse custody, can you blame me?
    Will you please turn a blind eye and let me use the gun?