The Cave

[Zen]

I start depictions of Mars descendin near the atmosphere
In large descriptions as I lay scarred but ridden
Of bizzare inflictions. Which I soon removed
With carved incisions into the hull of my skull
Down in my brain where horrors remain charred but livin
As memories of miseries which turn into bars I've written
With jarred precision til I learn lessons of my transgressions
And they are forgiven. Until then they stand guard of forbiddens
As I lay trapped in a cave, where minutes lapse in a day
As I'm clasped, A slave of the past I face,
My laughs decay into a drastic craze of wrath and rage
Til I collapse and pray and synapses portray imagery near me
Of lastin praise which last and stays
And which maps away across the paths in the brain
And I master the waves and crack the chains as sparks flew,
And I chart my cruise through the passageways
And I start anew but my hearts confused, Earthly gains, Is it a worthy game?
Its hard to choose with only but bizzare clues,
I can only hope and plead that this isn't what's supposed to be
As serotonin pleas for me to go to sleep,
Rest in peace, I scream into the morning breeze.