Shattering the Legacy 4 Star View

I awake in a white room without any air in it
A metallic film coating my tongue and lips
The restraints have loosened, but my lungs struggle
To find the meaning among the tainted disorder
The white coats say a delusional creation from an unsound mind
Damaged by years and fears unravelling like twine

Another systematic shock to windless sails
The left hand is broken (but with means to repair)
Docs say butterflies, zebras, moonbeams, and fairy tales
Or maybe not, but I’ve heard that somewhere

Erupt again, destroy the filth, that is what matters
A padded cage, a stained world lies tattered
A small white cup, they assure me is salvation
Bitterness in their eyes can’t cut revelation

Or maybe it was hopelessness, they need the win
I can smile and speak of my childhood trauma
Make up creations, screen-write a film, pretend
That this conclusion all stemmed from disregarded drama
It’s barb-wire wax and an incandescent filament
I am an instrument, slave to this incident

One day soon, a stamp of approval will be placed on file
Back in the world, suitable to rejoin society and smile
I remember when emotions weren’t dead, and I still long to feel
So I crush and flush each recommendation, each coated pill
If he is gone, there is no me or no serving higher purpose
But he’s still here, I can feel his total lack of remorse