imprisonment

3 a.m., alone, in a big empty house
The sound of rain hitting concrete drowns out
the decibels of noise, without poise in my mind
My thoughts race, screaming at me, "I think it's time"
No one around but the voices never cease
I never asked for this s**t, only peace
Violence, madness
Can't handle this
The torment I feel inside, too much to manage
I swear to God, if you're there, take me to another planet

Reviews

[Rasputin]

I find that I do some of my best thinking when I'm by myself at 3am and the voices won't shut up. My best thinking usually doesn't lead anywhere good, but I'll take what I can get.

[Jay Levon]

I love this, well done!