fly in a jar
I am the alien
the other designated for destruction consummately fated fitted with obstruction as a fly in a jar I batter myself upon glass in desperation to pass only mocked with each darting in futility blocked before starting I discern no bar until I try as I fly fully intent on release collide an impenetrable cross of double that will never cease to inflict its trouble I am the alien I have no right to plead my plight free will consumed in this game of attrition extracted exhausted entombed a tale of omission from all that draws breath gives life meaning makes bearable death encased in separate space contained there will be no grace ordained disdained the lines on my face tell there's no holding time thief of my days corrupter of ways a singular hell dying by moments sealed inside slow acting stress cyanide languished I lie in hopes to dream escape from this scheme but they have all fled there's no refuge in bed a platform of torment a jest I detest of encircling regret bent on descent prevents what I could know or how I could grow no quarter given to insanity driven a reverse black hole zero can come but a solitaire soul in a transparent drum dictated expulsion compulsion takes hold by this power controlled perpetuates base resistance disintegrates forced into exile in place forever constrained to remain kept inside swept aside as refuse refused no reason denied all hope erased on this planet's face there will be no trace |
Written by Scott Schoffstall
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