The Retort

My fortress of flesh and blood
Has been raided by sand and mud
my walls fell down without a sound
and I smashed my crown upon the ground
and now I’m deep in fear
there’s no other place but here
its all I know and now I must go
to where the people roam
though they’ve burned my throne
and so I slip away
into this blissful sort of place
my life goes on but I still feel wrong
in this ugly kind of way
and I don’t know how to play
when you creep along my way
my mind goes numb
and my words fall short of what I really want to say
I close my eyes in rage
as I force myself on the stage
I dance around like a clown
in a very ungraceful way
The ring master whispers softly
a little chant from hell
and I scream and cry
oh why oh why
must I stay locked in here?
I’m trapped inside of my own mind
it is so sad inside