Trapped in A box (Oh Guilty Sky)

Trapped eternally in a dark box broken and shattered with no place to go

Strapped to one cold wall, nails digging through the cement outside I hear the river flow

Alas! Freedom I am unable to seize

And the days and night mingle and freeze

Share my cries oh guilty sky a century ago I had hope I could break free

And fly over the obscure dark skies watch the sun set in the crimson sea

Darn!

My swollen eyelids have been worn staring at the devastating darkness

My wrists have shrieked in agony to the nails which drive them to madness

The walls enclose my body like a tomb tampering with the remaining shreds of sanity

A soul tortured daily for a century sealed away in a box beyond so-called humanity

Loneliness has turned the heart to stone and blood to dust

Yet freedom until now never tasted better than love or bloodlust

The scars and memories confess to the dark about the pain

And the skinny bones screech in agony under the deadly rain

Knuckles have bled to death as a thousand pleads have been said

The walls stained bloody red smile as the demons approach, unfed

Trapped homeless in a box endlessly feeling useless and hopeless

A feast for demons who sustain themselves on my darkness

The bloody devil has driven a stake through my heart

And pain sent my cries up to heaven which tore it apart

Alas! Will darkness turn to light?

Will Michael descend and end the fight?

Sing those lonely verses to the guilty sky

I’d be damned if someone listens there up high

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