I'm at the mercy of a savage overlord,
Trapped in the tentacles of pain and time,
Walking, albeit vainly, uphill thro' slime,
Leashed to graphic childhood memories,
Plagued by nightmares and uncertainties,
Sparked by parallels to the horrid record.
I'm paranoid and folks think I'm jumpy,
They don't understand and think I'm mean,
But it's no easy job to live as on a screen,
Watched and rumored about at every joint,
There, the girl that was taken at knife-point,
Timid, down in the maw and ever so grumpy.
I hate nights 'cause whenever I close my eyes,
I go back to that lonely path with my defilers,
And being alone in the dark gives me jitters,
A thousand times I check my doors and locks,
And I freeze every time somebody knocks.
I'm trapped in a fear from which I cannot rise.
It's getting worse by days and I need a way out,
I'm drinking my soul out and benzo doesn't help,
The only thing prazosin does is muffle my yelp,
My therapist is good, but I'm running out of cash,
I'm running low on juice and headed for a crash,
I feel like I'm rowing in stormy waters in a dugout.