Two Thousand Eight Hundred - Sacred Mother Tongue

i am scared, i am lonely

still remember the words that she told me she was real, and decicive

i was holding it off though exited

i’m surrounded, in submission

story told with a perverse distortion

i’m abandoned, i’m forsaken

i’m imprisoned my will has been taken

i would never have given my time

i would never of had it inside

integrity is taken from me i feel i’m dying inside

two thousand eight hundred and

thirteen days to comprehend the lie

alone in these four walls

hear my cries, hear my mourning

in my mind it was all without warning

looks of hate, and resentment

keep my head down and make my adjustment

filled with rage, filled with hatred

truth i spoke but,

final sealing, an incision

to the back from the injustice system

i would never have given my time

i would never of had it inside

integrity is taken from me i feel i’m dying inside

two thousand eight hundred and

thirteen days to comprehend the lie

alone in these four walls