Waking To...Insanity Inferno

This four walls, a ceiling, and
a floor with boards nailed…A desk, a subtle light; A door
Barely held… That's what I wake to-- Sick to my soul in this cell
Staring as demon eyes are speaking about the world's sin's
And my kitchen sink leaks a drip that unease my nerve ends

While the earth spins I walk a week on weak feet determination
But on strong knees I pray that prison prism dissolves later
In a flagrant flame I won't say I knew who did dare
Or didn't do the crime
Just keeping my arms to my side fishing in my pockets
Hands filled with the scent of gas and grime-- Oh Yes,

I'm the muthafucking guy who laughs at you in scary movies.
Watching volunteered tantrums for folk who
chose death apparently-- Scratching at my screen,
"Please save my life",
Like the son of misery will pause a killer's mentalities before strike
And with the way I write, I've been receive restraining orders--
Was told that if another pen mistreated a page then me-- Guilty
Going in for the murderer…All over serial truth…

Handcuffed to the rest of the hackers who had their way with papers
And slaved sweat, blood, pouring tears into broken tea cups
While society sips, pinky up, trying to play gentle one
But behind closed doors smacks the children, Mommy Dearest--
Neglected notices ending with dangerous violence from wired hooks
That allured 20 something's behind bars for street hunger conception
While I walk back to my ransack hear it all burnt in seconds
Those four walls, a ceiling, and a floor with boards nailed…
A desk, a subtle light; a door barely held.