Held Captive

This is what it looks like,

To build a cage for someone,

And if you don't like what it looks like,

Then you can always them abandon.

Build one for the next one,

But be not taken aback,

With resentment and disgust,

Because this is what they lack:

There is no sunlight in a cage,

Skin sinks, eyes shallow,

Paladin of unkempt rage,

Pallor dim, cheeks sallow.

There's nowhere to run in a cage,

Cellulite, dying muscle,

Ritualistic scrawlings,

Carved scars on rusty pustules.

There are hazards to the health,

To be found on the ground;

And a consequence every time,

You dare to make a sound.

But still, if you're quiet,

And you try your very best;

The person who trapped you inside,

Will not your wounds address.

They say, "be careful what you wish for!"

To the victims of this crime;

But I'd bet the perpetrators,

See their hands are stained with grime.

The dirt that never washes off,

It's gathered everywhere.

But there's nothing quite alike a step,

That's missing on those stairs.

It reeks and rots of acrid words,

This feared and fearing thing,

That dies within your cherished lords,

And lives within your dreams.

A myth, a martyr, a legend,

A foe within the fold,

A cancer on the crops outside,

A dark and frothing mold.

It seeps like dark miasma,

Unfurling from the depths.

It's fingers spreading far and wide,

Toes curl at other's deaths.

But be not afraid, sweet masochist,

For the wheel- it keeps on turning.

And one day, just like the rest,

You'll find your poor self learning.