Illusional Cage (Mind Ramblings III)

I keep telling you off,
You just laugh and scoff,
Say it again as you lie in blood,
Before I bury you in the cold, dead mud.
Here we go again,
In my broken head,
That is Dead,
That I Dread,
With my Heart of Lead – That leads me on!

You always glare at me through my bars, jeering, mocking, shouting, laughing. I have the key to the cage, and I have all of my vigorous, bestial rage. You still tilt and rattle the cage. You see yourself as impervious to my impending, inevitable outburst of rage-fed destruction. Anger is a catalyst. And you, my foe, are in the way. How can you just shrug it off? Haven't you seen the objects scattered in my cage? Have you seen the numbers on them grow? I lift them every day, and every day they get lighter, as I prepare to unlock my cage. The cage does not stop me, in actuality. It's just there. I stop me because I have a heart, shrouded in insanity as it may be. The heart will soon become unbridled, I shall soon let myself out, and you shall soon believe what you have denied to my face.

You see that shadow on the wall? Do you think it will keep up with how fast you fall?