Trapped
Locked away
In a rancid cage
Cut off from the world
Since day one
Overwhelmed by fear. And doubt
Paranoid
Hungry. For life
Grasping. For breath
Dying. For light
Bloodied feet
Ribs transparent
Through skin
Bloodshot eyes
Brown teeth
Overgrown nails
Black eyes
Broken heart
Jagged fingers
Cage, at last. Opens
But
Its too late
“There’s no point to life”
“I walk out the cage”
“Just to be in another”
“Just bigger”
“But with more people”
“Less space”
“Smells worse”
“Wait…”
“These people…”
“They. Are dead”
Momentary Lapse Of Sanity 