Four walled world
Closing in like the tides
Laughing that maniacal laugh
Enjoying your entrapment
Cross-legged in a disturbing yoga position
Thumbs pressed against your migraine
Shivering in the heat
Sweating in the cold
Lost, clueless in your casket
Cuticles torn from your fingers
Clothing tattered and torn
You stand pacing in this confining womb
Babbling words you understand and others
Can only hope to decipher
I feel no remorse for you my dear
You get what you deserve
Try and break me down
Bring me down
Force me down
And this concubine you'll remain