Dull Boy in a box

My brain is my prison
My memories are the chains
Every thought a warden's noise

Every scar a locked door
Every situation, a chance to break again
Every act of me, a shell of myself

I walk the halls of my own mind
while reflections of past time scream
Memories claw like nails on glass
Twisting my image until it breaks

I'm the prisoner

The captive and the cage
The trapped and the trap
The shadow and the sun
The fall and the rise

Before i sleep, the chain pulls tight
as restless thoughts ignite the night