Trapped in my cave like a retreating spider.
Paralyzed by seasons, a prison so cold.
Deprecating self for a plethora of reasons.
Searching for comfort in the things I should know.
Pushed so deeply into my cave of sorrow.
My soul attacked as I tried to cope.
Metamorphosis endowed so the story fits.
Each breathe made large by their microscope.
I sought to extinguish this burning desire.
As the fire blazed on, an exhaustive flame.
Now shifted inward to a soul in despair.
Left with nothing but crippling shame.
Control has left me, so just let me be.
This is not a clash I care to win.
Whether shackled or free, dead or alive.
The fight is with me, my struggles within.
My heart and my soul, so frigid and numb.
Strapped to a leash as worthlessness shouts.
My thoughts chained to questions of empty ambition.
The night scraps for mercy, the day yields self-doubt.