imprison

Take a look inside yourself and watch the clockwork core. With sinews striking cords, like a piano playing tune, and your heart beat, beating more and more. Compensating for it's silence as the sound is trapped in one chamber after another within your heart; speech locked behind every door.
Take yourself apart and see the mechanism of your mind, with imaginary cages and so many laughing faces, jailors lined up one by one, to poke and prod you into dark secluded places, and hallucinations of iron shackles and braces keep you stuck in the routine of getting nothing done.

Little lamps for a genie, iron bars for men, wooden traps for a mouse, but cage your words within your mouth.