“Gregory I: Planning Stages”
Gregory bides his time and he does it well
chipping away the old to make room for the new
sharpening his blade for the first chance that comes by
to strike out with unimaginable force at his captors
leave their bodies bleeding screaming on the floor
and walk stride-by-stride straight out the front door
he’s gone over his plan countless times in his head
mapped out to the last slice and the final corpse
but for now he will just have to sit and wait
calmly strums his guitar and pens the words of his life
writes songs about Sarah and his brothers and the dreams
the dreams that are now locked up in his mind so tight
in similar fashion to his physical being trapped inside
the bars of steel and the four dull walls of concrete
Gregory lays on his back and stares at what used to be the sky
but now is a single light bulb for the moon and cracks for stars
the blade nearly ready lays in wait underneath his grungy pillow
brooding until the first unlucky guard walks by
jingling the keys for the cells in his hand and sipping some coffee
and gets his blood spilt before any one else in this grey hell
a sly smirking smile slides smoothly over Gregory’s face
and all around his cornered cell he begins to quickly pace
he can feel the guards’ footsteps from way off down the corridor
he can smell the blood that hasn’t hit the floor quite yet
he can taste his eternal freedom
Gregory can taste his eternal freedom
walking down the hall………..
 
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