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I am in a prison

inside the rib cage

of something to massive

to understand

it holds me inside

with all its lies

reaches out a bony hand

I cringe with fear

as death comes near

its beating at

all the doors

I run down the stairs

try to escape

but there are too many floors

down and down

and down and down

they just seem to spin around

I cant escape anymore

and now I know

its time to go

but I try to run away faster

I am just like a puppet

death is the puppet master

no matter where I try to go

I cant seem to make it last

I have spent away my future

it is in the past

along with a life

that I lived in strive

now it will be all done

I fall to the floor

theres nothing more

no where left to run