Play Pen

I do believe I'm tired
sites clouded in the sky
I do believe I'm wasted
deposited in the bankers trash
I can hear the clock ticking
going faster,
then shes ever run before
I feel a force field out my eyes
shooting you down to play catch
you've took my innocence
and molded me,
as your play dough
I do believe my hearts sucked dry
choked while spat,
by you for dinner
while waiting on the waiters reply
cant see from the wall I'm nailed on
cant speak,
of the throat I'm strep with
trapped in this pen,
and theirs nothing to play