A safe :Painful: Prison

:No words assembled
Or Brush Strokes to Canvas
Can show the stark Horrors
Of the night you let me Die:
 
 
The pain I feel: Utterly divine
A painful syringe
You placed within my skin
injecting the hate: Making me feel alive  
 
My soul roams the sky
As my shackles hold my body
Teasing my iris with tasteful freedom
My wrists ache from imprisoning steel  
 
I'm stuck in this body: Never tasting air
As I invoke a cold war: Of heart and mind
Calling to my soul to forfeit the fight
Because I've lost my sight
 
Freedoms warmth has disappeared:
Seeping into the steel of my new home
My energy stolen by my own shackles:
My life is at the mercy of my mind