2013 GC: RD2 - padded cell Vs Punk Vs mcjewfro(Mcjewfro Wins 3-0) Runner up Padded Ce

[padded cell]

he is in his own state of mind, remembering the past, a grown man now and a lot of time has passed
feeling cold and very placid, he gathers his fathers leather jacket and feels better when he grabs it
knocks out all of the lights in his home, a cop out, so he feels alright being alone
tripped the switch and flicked on his night light with intentional compassion
feeling content with the setting, he finds it memorable and relaxing
"remember when this scared the monsters away when you where an infant?"
the echo of his mothers voice bellowed reminiscent, "dear mother, yes i do!" he replied in an instant
within the silhouetted empty room, his voice travelled so distant, he gazed looking amazed into the ball of light
saw the childhood nights from all his life, his mothers face looked at him through the glare of the orb
wide eyed and open nosed he stared at the warmth, smiled, he shed a tear, "whats wrong child? mothers here"
"i miss you dear" he held the croak in his voice,"i wish you where here cause i can't cope with this choice"
"but we're here for you son, your fathers by my side, even though we've moved on, we're still partners in crime"
he cackled a joyful whimper as he caressed the light"Ive tackled this soulless venture, I'm so suppressed in life"
she was not there to listen though, he watched the glistened glow of the ball
slowly enthralled, he saw his life start as a baby, the orb exposing it all
the orb radiated with a glimmering flash, as he watched the moments of himself living the past
suddenly, the ball grew dim and started to disperse, breaking apart
he dropped it in a panic, the feeling emerged from his racing heart
he was aimless, grabbing thin air as the stars died in the night
became brainless, desperation made him go get high as a kite
he rushed and snuffed, huffed and puffed, drunk then sunk beside the unravelling night light
picked it up, looked into the globe tried balancing his mind right
he'd given up, his life was no showing, his mother was no longer there
there was only his own reflection, as he carried on and stared
watching the demise, the light continued chipping off, he saw the face he despised and felt like ripping off
tingles up his spine rushed, single mind fucked, asked himself three questions all about tonights buzz
"am i alone because my family are dead? am i dying because of these drugs i took to the head?
or maybe i should put two and two together instead?" he pondered his dishonours, "i am dead to my family because of my loved habits", staring in a daze at his fading face, "my family was my saving grace,
shedding light on my rough patches,now they drift away into the night like the people in my life, im a drug addict"

[padded cell]

he is in his own state of mind, remembering the past, a grown man now and a lot of time has passed
feeling cold and very placid, he gathers his fathers leather jacket and feels better when he grabs it
knocks out all of the lights in his home, a cop out, so he feels alright being alone
tripped the switch and flicked on his night light with intentional compassion
feeling content with the setting, he finds it memorable and relaxing
"remember when this scared the monsters away when you where an infant?"
the echo of his mothers voice bellowed reminiscent, "dear mother, yes i do!" he replied in an instant
within the silhouetted empty room, his voice travelled so distant, he gazed looking amazed into the ball of light
saw the childhood nights from all his life, his mothers face looked at him through the glare of the orb
wide eyed and open nosed he stared at the warmth, smiled, he shed a tear, "whats wrong child? mothers here"
"i miss you dear" he held the croak in his voice,"i wish you where here cause i can't cope with this choice"
"but we're here for you son, your fathers by my side, even though we've moved on, we're still partners in crime"
he cackled a joyful whimper as he caressed the light"Ive tackled this soulless venture, I'm so suppressed in life"
she was not there to listen though, he watched the glistened glow of the ball
slowly enthralled, he saw his life start as a baby, the orb exposing it all
the orb radiated with a glimmering flash, as he watched the moments of himself living the past
suddenly, the ball grew dim and started to disperse, breaking apart
he dropped it in a panic, the feeling emerged from his racing heart
he was aimless, grabbing thin air as the stars died in the night
became brainless, desperation made him go get high as a kite
he rushed and snuffed, huffed and puffed, drunk then sunk beside the unravelling night light
picked it up, looked into the globe tried balancing his mind right
he'd given up, his life was no showing, his mother was no longer there
there was only his own reflection, as he carried on and stared
watching the demise, the light continued chipping off, he saw the face he despised and felt like ripping off
tingles up his spine rushed, single mind fucked, asked himself three questions all about tonights buzz
"am i alone because my family are dead? am i dying because of these drugs i took to the head?
or maybe i should put two and two together instead?" he pondered his dishonours, "i am dead to my family because of my loved habits", staring in a daze at his fading face, "my family was my saving grace,
shedding light on my rough patches,now they drift away into the night like the people in my life, im a drug addict"