Stockholm Syndrome

Oh, how I’ve pleaded for liberation

I’ve smashed my head against the prison bars

I screamed bloody murder day and night

To at last be set free

And finally

At long last

My prayers were answered

A shrouded figure comes

With a key

And unlocks the cell

Easy as that.

With the door wide open, however,

I’m terrified

I back away

And lean against the wall

I plead for them to close it

But the figure disappears

I keep looking over

To see the cell wide open

Frightened more and more by the sight

I close my eyes and leap into an artificial night

The surety of these walls are all I need! They’re all I need!

The cold ground is preferable to that beating Sun outdoors!

Nothing can hurt me in here


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