My Creation

It's my created courthouse The jury's reached a verdict A sentence of familiar course Against the criminally virgin Guilty by association I stand to face my trial Innocent of all my charges Accused by my empire Out of seventy-two wishes I've got one left A hunger for escape grows On an open shelf Surrounded by my story I have lost my soul Upon an open world's edge And endless and lonely road It's my created jailhouse A self-sufficient cell hall Not a single bar in sight Just cells of open gray-walls Imprisoned by my own delusions In cell one on dead block With broken bones and dying faith An executed man begins to walk Out of seventy-two wishes I've got one left A hunger for escape grows On an open shelf Surrounded by my story I have lost my own soul Upon an open world's edge And endless and lonely road It's my created world It's my created plague It's my created punishment For my created hate It's my created nightmare In my created sleep It's my created six foot hole Which was dug for only me