this is my padded cell. my confessional.
this is my sanity. this is my sanctuary.
these are my wings. these are my scars.
these are the words of a condemned man.
"and he just smoked my eyelids
and punched my cigarette"*
some things, my friend, are never meant,
to see the light of another day
but some things need to be released
the pressure is building, exceeding limitations
these are the words of a condemned man.
"he built a fire on Main Street
and shot it full of holes"*
this is my bared soul. naked on the beach,
quivering and shivering and bleeding dry
this is the safest place, for the middle of the night
where the ghosts of forever cannot haunt or torment
where the memories are nothing but.
these are the words of a condemned man.
"but the post office has been stolen
all the mailboxes locked"*
these are my deepest fears.
these are my deepest scars.
these are my only moments.
these are my disease.
this is my confessional. my padded cell,
where i can beat my head against the wall
"oh mama, can this really be the end?
to be stuck inside of mobile, with the memphis blues again"*
*Bob Dylan . Stuck Inside of Mobile with the Memphis Blues Again