What Will Be of Me?

The chains are reality, and the grace when you see my face is as well. Brutal cruelty my way completely unprevoked is now giving a new definition to sociopathic unit or cell. If virtue is a crime, we do not want to watch the beasts anymore. There is no hope at all. Find a shelter and we will just hang ourselves there. I say, "No way," it is a time for change and I do not find you strange. A little more daylight will do so much. Your glorious wings are about to be, individually, not as an extension of he. I do not reminiss, it hurts to communicate my torture, but I need to keep you all free to capture ME exactly, when I need to be transported back to Marion County. There must be a legal contract, that I will review myself, sign, and keep on me actually, before I will even think about getting in a sheriff's vehicle. Explosion is an issue as well. No paperwork wil be allowed for all of you and no rude or dehumanizing questions as well. My heart can no longer take the pressure and the deceit. I believe that this is the way, but maybe it is just because you two were here today. Lock down, with Matt in Indy, could take up to a year. I will probably need a lot of sleep. He will feed and I will be his factory. Enough said.