Luring Prison(Revised & Extremely Extended) Poem by Ace Of Black Hearts

So you think you got what it takes.
And the talent breaks.
Arms and legs shattering.
A headless battering.
Mindless chattering.
Elaborate shackles.
They stretch beyond confining limits.
But every time your brought back.
Put in your place.
Picture in the dark, cut and paste.
Its not enough for the thoughts to be erased.
Living in a refuge.
A lone isle.
Nobody can find you.
No not ever.
A masked heaven.
An obvious hell.
A heart to compel.
Do as I tell.
With words walking.
A wonder of who is really talking.
The demon inside me.
Can you see him?
Eyes sparkling behind closed doors.
Crossing the marsh and moor.
How far do we reach?
Drilling through the divide.
Maybe someday I'll make it to the other side.
Never enough time.
A dream for the blind.
A spell to bind.
Locked down.
Cannibals fighting for my body.
Just something else to eat.
Desire please do retreat.
Because I can't live with this futility.
This futility.
Drifting into another reality.
So much frailty.
Brittle, heated then frozen.
How much torture can any man take?
Dropping through the cracks created by an earthquake.
If you don't see me, maybe it is because I don't want you to.
A soul held in with glue.
Spill some paint thinner and let it be free.
It is better then having to die alone.
A man thrown off the ledge.
Dirt rises above this stone.
Freshly dug, with all the hard work and love.
I miss you and I'll see you soon in the same measure.
Lighting fire to the past.
Escaping at last.
Goodbye my friends, each one a symphony of distant memories.
Peace by the music you hear.
It still is singing in my ear.
A whisper claiming to be me.
Clamoring with joy for where we're at.
We are at.
A melodramatic over beating heart attack.
White on the black.
Dosed with all colors of light.
Something shown to be bright.
I will follow it through all the unending nights.
For I'm am still in this fight.
Even if it seems like a senseless aggravation.
It is not an egregious error.
No not desperation.
A inclined wish to climb through the already opened window.
But fully aware of where such a temptation might lead.
Walking upon a tight rope.
Carefully proceeding.
No I don't know when the water will be again receding.
A welcoming trap.
Yes I walked right into it.
But somethings cant be helped.
Feeding the addiction, the affliction.
It is not a matter of simply getting over it.
Musical chairs with no seats.
Just a gander, just a peek.
Flamboyant dirty dancer.
Somebody has to be the prancer.
With raindrops as the pattering of fast feet.
But knowing it will never be complete.
Done, over, sober.
Weakness subdued.
There is just no way of getting away from you.