A lot of people don't realize I used to write/record & what not, & since the boards don't go back that far... figured I'd post at least one of my poems from back when I used to write more & post it under this alias. A rusted cage filled with fragile rage It's a feeling like wandering a 1,000 graves Soul depraved, I'm pondering, How am I standing Thoughtless, emotions en-caged Hope succumbs to emotion, devotion for escape Stand still, embody torture, enjoy a life rape Bound by see through walls hate becomes effusive Escape becomes illusion waiting for fate's conclusion Binding war with seclusion Reactions become muted, As they sing "just walk on by" "Just walk the fuck on by" Never stop or stumble or wonder why? How do you stand so still?, where do you find your thrills? Between mediation & the body that hate filled One day I'm insane & the next I'm taking my life in vain See escapism doesn't live here Imagine if you cried til all the water inside you died Strong willed inside but on the outside... Well that's another story, a different story How did I get here Will I ever get out of here Ever embody your fear? Feel that goose bump breeze Slowly tickle & buckle your knees A disease like paralysis Making you feel dead but still allowing you to breathe.