[TM] 287 - Prison
Four walls around me
Four walls of pain
Four walls surround me
And they all know your name
I’m tired of trying
And I know I’m not to blame
But I’m stuck inside of these four walls again
Mother Superior, "Four Walls"
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You don’t know where the hell you are.
Yeah, you’re in LA, and yes, you’re in another bar. Somewhere along the way, however, you reached a point you can’t break through, a wall in the melancholy you just can’t shake. You’re all too aware of the way your eyes keep scanning the streets, searching for someone you can’t remember. You know you feel like you’ve forgotten something, maybe even someone, and it’s driving you crazy.
You know that some part of you is gone, and you don’t even know what it is.
The loss wraps tight around your body, crushing your chest and squeezing your guts into a hardball. Booze won’t loosen it, drugs won’t dull the pressure. It only makes it worse because every sip you take, you find yourself pausing and looking for someone. The bottles feel clumsy in your hands, the glasses seem just plain wrong.
You’re completely disconnected from the world, you have been since you landed. Things that once made sense don’t anymore…it seems that no matter where you’re at or what you’re doing, everything you know in the world is connected to something that doesn’t’ exist. You live in a sea of phantoms and figments, elusive trails of understanding and conviction that left you somewhere between Australia and here.
You’re locked, trapped, and it’s worse than it ever was in prison. That you had coming, that you knew was your due. This is so much worse, and it’s making you insane. You can touch the walls, feel the cold iron bars beneath your hands as you beat your fists, straining to break out, but you can’t see any of it. You’re locked inside an invisible box and you can’t see a way out because you can’t find the damn door.
You don’t know why you’re here because you don’t even know what ‘here’ is this time.
…you don’t even know why you feel like you’ve been here before. Not knowing what to do, not knowing how to get out…not knowing where you are.
Yet you know. And that’s all you know.
For the first time, you don’t know where you are…again.
Muse: James "Sawyer" Ford
Fandom: LOST
Words: 357 (w/o lyrics)
Four walls of pain
Four walls surround me
And they all know your name
I’m tired of trying
And I know I’m not to blame
But I’m stuck inside of these four walls again
Mother Superior, "Four Walls"
====================
You don’t know where the hell you are.
Yeah, you’re in LA, and yes, you’re in another bar. Somewhere along the way, however, you reached a point you can’t break through, a wall in the melancholy you just can’t shake. You’re all too aware of the way your eyes keep scanning the streets, searching for someone you can’t remember. You know you feel like you’ve forgotten something, maybe even someone, and it’s driving you crazy.
You know that some part of you is gone, and you don’t even know what it is.
The loss wraps tight around your body, crushing your chest and squeezing your guts into a hardball. Booze won’t loosen it, drugs won’t dull the pressure. It only makes it worse because every sip you take, you find yourself pausing and looking for someone. The bottles feel clumsy in your hands, the glasses seem just plain wrong.
You’re completely disconnected from the world, you have been since you landed. Things that once made sense don’t anymore…it seems that no matter where you’re at or what you’re doing, everything you know in the world is connected to something that doesn’t’ exist. You live in a sea of phantoms and figments, elusive trails of understanding and conviction that left you somewhere between Australia and here.
You’re locked, trapped, and it’s worse than it ever was in prison. That you had coming, that you knew was your due. This is so much worse, and it’s making you insane. You can touch the walls, feel the cold iron bars beneath your hands as you beat your fists, straining to break out, but you can’t see any of it. You’re locked inside an invisible box and you can’t see a way out because you can’t find the damn door.
You don’t know why you’re here because you don’t even know what ‘here’ is this time.
…you don’t even know why you feel like you’ve been here before. Not knowing what to do, not knowing how to get out…not knowing where you are.
Yet you know. And that’s all you know.
For the first time, you don’t know where you are…again.
Muse: James "Sawyer" Ford
Fandom: LOST
Words: 357 (w/o lyrics)