Catch me, cuff me, and shove me
Into the deepest darkest recesses of my mind
While they stand in the dimly lit hallway
Of my conscience
Judge, Jury and Executioner
Disciples and perpetrators of the law
Protectors of the righteous
They put me up on a caged pedestal
Batons in hand, as if escape was a consideration
As if it was possible.
Its too late, they say
Damn right it's too late.
I'm in here and you're out there
"It was you who dragged me in here!" I shout
"It was you who dragged you in here" they reply
The 'Me' Police, in every sense of those words
Faces, bodies, hands like mine
Hands that grabbed me, got me
Caught me, cuffed me and shoved me
Into the deepest darkest recesses of my mind
I stood in the dimly lit hallway of my conscience
I stay, in my caged pedestal
Crimes, relived
Lies, judged
Violence, contemplated
Deceit, held in contempt
Punishment, executed.
I am my own police
And from them, truly
there is no escape.
