an invisible cage today.
You can't see the bars, but you can feel the burning heat from the
lasers if you put your face close enough.
Just enough to hear the crackling of your skin dieing under the extreme
Being so ready and in shape to break out and not look back, to power on
and move away from the lead weight around my ankles. But it's a waiting
game so I wait. No dark electro food, no orchestral water, sleep when
you die. So in camouflage and the infra red scope firmly set for night
vision status, I wait for the guards to pass then I'll slip away
without anyone realizing what just REALLY happened…
The Ghost That Walks