The Spasm

And they say
It’s not a callous world
I’m here enslaved
My face pressed against the iron bars
In a dungeon where light has no reason to pass
Life has turned into a game of waiting
And time doesn’t seem to flow quite as linearly
All for a selfless cause
And no one to accuse
My psyche is merely left with
a twinge of remorse
And they say
It’s not a callous world.

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