Trapped inside this door frame.
Symbolism so great.
I need a helping hand.
I need for this to end.
I was born in this trash heap.
Now I can barely sleep.
But this box holds my secrets.
This box is a whore.
I shove these pills down my throat.
Make me laugh, here's a joke.
The moment I see,
Is the moment I give.
Foreign countries and world maps.
History books and bear traps.
Continue straight forth.
Home you'll never find.
Minds are weak, fragile state.
Oblivious to common ways.
Such shallow perception.
Blink your eyes.
