Siege

Hacking up the pool of black
Stress rising throughout my back
Punching walls with blooded hands
Something in just can't stand for
Where can you find that sweet sensation again?
Like chains and cylinder blocks
Holding me down to where I cannot speak
Trying with all might treading arms slicing deep
I can never see them again
For this my prison
My sanctum
A voice in the abyss only to be heard by the one yelling