No Martyr's Cage - Hell

Constrained, find no solace here, my finite quest lies paralysed

Sequestering dreams internally — indemnify my will to die

Closed iron bars adorn my home, a palisade?

A palindrome?

The red regalia’s savage chafe… has sealed this bastard’s fate

An annuloid penitentiary, in which humanity suffers brutality

An aristocracy of inconsistency, whose hierarchy exalts monotony

But your apology is sheer hypocrisy — a masquerade with no integrity

Forever drowning slowly in a sea of deathly dreams

A caustic embrocation to the mental wounds of fear

Is this fantasy?

— or insanity?

Mindless fascination with the cracks which rise and fall

Constant masturbation to the pictures on my wall

An epitaph to frustration, a nightmare, base disorientation

A hopeless quest, I cannot rest

A shackled man, withheld, oppressed

Pallor taints my haggard face, I strain and struggle to remain

A member of the human race

Smash!

Lash!

Slap!

And crack!

— stretched and wrenched upon the rack

Whipping, dripping, stripping slices cruelly from an aching back

Piece by piece, torn apart, but still they cannot break my heart

Or my spirit’s deep elation

This butchery, a bloody proof for those who cannot hear the truth

Should not be loosed on any nation