if i fight it off
what do i truly recieve
minutes of disdain
to rattle in my mind

to give in
to forget all
become complacent
with it’s warmth

but to break away
seems impossible
a tight grip
over my throat

underneath the lights
just a chemical reaction
of cells in restoration
microscopic repairs

with the door open
i stay in the cage
leaving only
when i’ve come to accept

i’ll return
every night
until this prison
becomes a tomb


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