the wall

the wall is built around you like a razor wire fence tangled, sharp and effortless the forest is so dense you can not escape from your surroundings the noose is slowly tightening as the wire takes your mind when you leave the cuts they are so deep the blood they can not find the wall it grips deep inside your heart the purist will prevail the razors cut you on the inside as you struggle to be set free it tears away your pride and the things you want to be the wall it makes you happy in it's satirical little way you look into it's foundations as it grows each and every day you cant escape it's teachings because you have been taught to never leave when you scale it's beginnings you find it's deep inside your mind just when you see the sunrise the razors cut you every time you do not know the wall is there until you fall into it's abyss the top is always in your grasp but that last step you will always miss it's features are so colorless it's symbols so sublime for every day inside it's grip means your running out of time