Deep in the attic there's a slight moan,
from a person tugging at my wristbone,
it says, "they won't leave me alone",
I said, "Your mind is not a free zone".
It curled up in a ball and cried,
I continue, "happiness in this world is what you've been denied",
it screamed and hollered for a way to get out,
but I knew there was no running, that was no doubt.
It tugged at the floors and ripped it apart,
banging the wood against it's head trying to restart,
I said, "Why don't you understand you can't see your way out of the darkness",
it replied, "I will find a way even if I become armless" .
