Breaking Through
Location
Pain, agony, sadness seeps under the window pane
When will it cease?
Blood disperses throughout this rotating sphere
Hands become filthy, unable to cleanse
Minds have become trapped and beg for a helping hand
The matron of my dreams
Whispers in my ear
Fight!Fight!Fight she says!
Fight and you will decrease the filth and rinse the blood
Here, here I am, determined and ready
Ready to purse, breaking through the shackles of life
I am ready to mold the minds of our criminals