Lyrical Suicide pt.2

Uncaged.
The beast of Avalon
thrashes a still
caged up me
with my soul in the restraints
of
everyday hum drum
society's standard reality...
Arms and legs tethered
in classic hog tie style
with rope of heart ache
and a gag of fuck the world insight
blinded by the lights...
let loose in my brain
a feeling of wanton disregard
of future calamity
brought on by life as a
tortured on the wrack
soul
As soulfully my essence
lets loose a guttoral release,
screaming
painfully for a solace
that seems never to come.
Soon calm..
and as the slug travels in slow motion through the grey matter,
time stops
(or what we perceive as time)
and the soul's release
of restraints
as if removed upon the last breath
of mortal enslavement
to
this wretched brokedown palace
of a temple...
Essence evacuated from its earthly encampment, a slight pause
to witness the color of my now,
at ease
not so rigor face,
my me feels release..
A lyrical suicide of epic proportions
Befalls an american fuckup..