Warclaw - Cages

The geometry of cages slowly erected in stages. Internal dread, creates walking dead as we suffer through life for wages. The unobstructed sky taunts us with thoughts of freedom as we dredge through this labyrinth of stone. This maze is a cage that keeps us enslaved, sedated and alone. The walls around us became as natural as the trees, therefore we did not mourn their passing or even miss their leaves. They built walls for our bodies, walls for our thoughts. They demonize our instincts to enforce what they’ve taught. How can I feel in this cage of concrete and steel? Nothing is real in these tombs of concrete and steel. Streets devoid of life lead to places devoid of meaning. Coffins equipped with windows keep us transfixed on lies. No wall is as tall as the one they have built in our minds. Born into prison, this prison is ours. Born into prison, we decorate the bars. We make the incision, we learn to love the scars We make the decision, that’s been sewn into our hearts. A coming storm rages. As we realize all they’ve built for us are cages.