A prison for your mind

A battle of will.

Taste your stink
Saturated by it
Fearful that I've been infected by it
You've done this thing, and you can't wash it off
It's in you
I don't want it in me
Took a giant step backwards in my thinking
Still so accustomed to old desires
Focused on the mechanics of mundane urge
What has become complex are the steps forward
Out of your sight
Out of your clutches
Feeling a bit like Alice tumbling down the rabbit hole
Lost in a contraption
This prison for my mind
Wet with hunger for my desires, dreams, and ambitions
Running read with my passions, lusts, and inhibitions
Crave my thoughts?
Carve, and pry them from my cold dead psyche
As you prey upon my ounce of my will power
Choke on my tenacity, and courage
This begins to cause an unsettling bout within bowels
My debt of gratitude
For freeing this greatness within the stronger minds of men