Beyond the confinements and torture chambers
There's more
You may not see it because
they have blinded you
they have taken your sight
which may have already been failing
They have broken and beaten you until
you're crippled
you can't move no more see no more
they have cut you up turned you inside out
perfected you
or so they say
the chains they have crafted for you and your cellmates fit perfectly now
now that everything they did not want from you was gone
now that you're their perfected victim
you fit the chains the casket the coffin even
slides on snug like a glove
as they edge you toward it
at first it's all you can see the dark
dim new home waiting for you crafted for you
but wasn't there more than this
beyond this false home this blasphemous temple
heralding their beliefs not yours never yours always their beliefs
there is more than this
before the conviction before the imprisonment
before the surgeries
there was more
you are not their puppet your eyes aren't theirs
the chains the wounds the edits and critiques
they're yours and you try to kiss them better but it's not enough
they robbed you of your home and your peace
and they still aren't satisfied because they never are
not until you've been layed down low and six feet under
inside the meticulously crafted casket with chains to match
until for you it's too late for whatever was more than this damnation
