I’m stuck in a cage and I’ve given up hope,
This body,
This face,
Isn’t who I am.

My thoughts don’t fit in my head,
They’re too advanced,
Too deep.

What if the world is a game of chess,
and were the Kings Pawns.

What if there is no end,
God was to smart to create death.

My sole belongs to the Devil,
But my mid still wanders.


My heart still beats,
But I’m dead inside.