I can hear the sounds of your teeth as you strain against the pipes

Never a smile on your face just a look of indifference to drown everything

But you continue to pulse against the steel only adding to your stress

But through your misery your bile spills from your rib cage

Melting everything below living or not it gets melted in your futility

But you stay insisting that you have to support your home

 

 

Supporting the wood left behind but do you even like your home

You say you do but the anger you keep is warping your pipes

Never fully taking a break even when your guts are spilling in futility

Seeing your way through a faux honesty making it everything

With your supports through the cracks you start melting the cage

While you think your freeing your family they only add to your stress

 

 

A family that you can’t connect with stuck between a myriad of stress

With green water in your eyes you can’t ever truly claim it as home

And not with the lackluster family you just want them in a cage

So embarrassed of them you keep yourself in your pipes

You’d rather be buried than be with the waste of everything

You try to tell yourself you love them but lying is in futility

 

 

Instead you shove yourself into labor not enough avoid futility

Instead you just end up with an oil spill in your mouth as you stress

As the oil leaks from the pipes and stains on to mostly everything

You try to crawl out but fail and they find broken bones in the home

Luckily your bones weren’t much of a use to you anyway in the pipes

Now your only sinews your just gonna use them to make another cage

 

 

Stretching your fibers as you wait for them to be lured into the cage

Craving the family that you so normally freeze out but it’s all in futility

 Your oil spills and bile have already made them cover the pipes

You use your skin to try and claw a way out it only gives you stress

They could break free if they wished since it’s no longer your home

But they don’t they just listen as you strain against everything

 

 

Hoping that soften into all of the oil you released into everything

Then it would truly be yours you wouldn’t just be stuck in a cage

you’d finally be able to sit down you would become their home

But no you know that life will overwork you until you give in to futility

Can’t reach a hand for help since the world is only meant for stress

You can’t get your hands out and life will always be stuck in the pipes

 

 

So claw your way through and wait for them to see everything

And keep working to get out even if it’s pointless to battle the futility

 

 

But your knows wether bones or steel make a better cage

But out of all cages the best I’ve seen is your tangle of stress

 

 

And the roof comes crumbling along with your expectations of a home

 Even then you survived it the only threat to you is mice in the pipes