Confined

The feeling of entrapment
The message of life is yet to be sent
The walls start to move
The creases in life start to smooth
Tears roll down my eyes
Realizing my life was built on lies
Wishing it was all a dream
I let out a death scream
The floor and celing start to close in
I know in the game of life I just can't win
Eyeing where the walls bled
I understand now that the hungers of hell must be fed
I now realize...
The walls closing in are an imitation
They imitate the hell of limitation
I am now confined
And there's no one to hide behind