Shackles

Heart of a lion, demeanor like jackal, he struggles like hell to break free from the shackles. A spirit so raw, not afraid of the law, you look at him wrong and he'll break your jaw. Don't try to fight back he's already broken, and he wouldn't filter the words that he's spoken. Don't let them soak in, he's a contradiction, creating friction with no conviction, but if you listen beyond the words, you'll find nonfiction, it's not rehearsed. Every thought from the back of his head, spewed forth like vomit, nothing left unsaid. He didn't care if he believed it or not, he wouldn't leave it in his mind to rot, to accumulate like a string of blood clots. He's an infinite story without a plot, his soul's tangled in rope with knots, he wants freedom but it's like he forgot, how to find meaning within this box. He'll try to unlock but what comes out is rage, letting his demons break out of the cage, no love but it's what he longs for, just can't find anything worth being strong for. Ambition is dead, he'll surrender instead, anything to clear his head, blind his eyes there's nothing to see, he wants something to follow he's too tired to lead, so he'll be what you want him to be, until departure when his spirit is freed.