Trapped Under The Iron Sky

You may think I have given up,
but I’m struggling so hard
to find a reason to live.
It eats my energy.
I cannot move.
Tight in invisible chains.

My thoughts are smothered by wish to flee.
All I say is a silent prayer to break free.
There are iron bars across the sky.
Prison walls of three dimensions.

No use searching for the key,
‘cause there is no door to open.
Only solid wall, only torment within.
Torment is my everything.

Your every absent nightmare
is piled on my shoulders
as a burden ultimate.
My reactions to you are dead,
but I’m screaming so loud
inside my head.

Inertia moves within me.
I’m drowning in mocking
sand of an Hourglass
Distant whispers of sweet
life from the Outside,
but I soberly watch myself die