Trapped

I N S T U T I O N A L I Z E D= PRISONER OF HIS OWN MIND SUGAR COATED SPONGE RUBBER make up his brain his fingers are cold as JUNKIE DIGITS a STUFFED SINUS laugh chokes him kinda PALEOLITHIC isn't it trapped between a CATALYSMIC alter ego and his self etched with a cross sounding tabacco voice thats scares the best of THEM forced fed a MORPHINE breakfast to help him escape himself he knows how to CONCEPTUALIZE interms of masking his own dreams once a LIBERAL DOOGOODER now considered CONSPICOUS by the staff he's locked away forever and theres no coming back COULD WE OF HELPED HIM IS HE FORGOTTEN THIS IS SOMEONE WE ALL KNOW f