Pain shrieks out loud, in these caged walls 

Every echo pierces through the skin 

of this body that I no longer know

with a thumping heart, 

beating through the reek of death all around 

I don’t know what scares me more, 

The reverberating sound of his voice, 

or it coming out through my own. 

Whose consolation do you run to

when angels themselves 

descend to be your sinners. 

Whose comfort do you turn to 

When each passing second is a blur 

When life itself is floating by, 

Leaving you and your filth behind

I try and I try and I try 

But with every breathe I take in 

All that flows out, is my body 

still under his control.