I’m claiming back every piece of my life.

Woke up, to a cold slab, no sun at high noon,
Snatched before the daybreak, freed by the moon.
4-square-cell, my world now confined,
Green walls, green door, feels like I’m blind.
March 1st, 23:12, the night I rewind,
Lost hours, lost self, what’s left to find?

No crime in my book, but here’s where I lay,
A victim of poison, in a cell where they say,
„You’re nobody, you’re nothing, just a pawn in the game,“
But I’m more than this moment, more than my name.

A strange awakening, in sports pants, fleece thin,
A room so tight, the walls closing in.
Injustice, uncertainty, the cold’s biting sting,
To my sanity’s edge, I desperately cling.
The starkly painted concrete, a chill to the bone,
A small window’s light, in this world alone.

Poison took hold, but my mind’s still my own,
A struggle is ongoing, the truth’s yet to be shown.
They took it all, left me bare, left me stripped,
But I won’t let this be the script that’s been flipped.

I’m clicking in the mind, like a clock out of time,
Solving puzzles, cracking codes, in the grime.
I’m silent, I’m absent, unreachable, in flight,
Sorting through wrongs, to make them all right.

No crime in my book, but here’s where I lay,
A victim of poison, in a cell where they say,
„You’re nobody, you’re nothing, just a pawn in the game,“
But I’m more than this moment, more than my name.

From this day forward, no more will I be,
A puppet, a plaything, I’m breaking free.
No more struggle, no more strife,
I’m claiming back every piece of my life.
Thanks for understanding, for standing by the door,
But now I’m changing the game, I’m settling the score.