Cubically Contained

Good for me For A time 
All hell's cubically contained
Staunched & bottled
pressed & altered 
And at the ready for the reigns
The first tiny little shadows
Of my creepy little thoughts
Inhabit all that matters
And I lose by default

And I'll Never Promise anything Again

I've set a dozen 12 step traps
But they've slid by everyone
I never catch the little bastards 
I really do wish that they'd own up
Those paranoid little fuckers
take their paranoid little time
But when the mood rolls in
they're like a bank robbin'
And I'm A hostage who will drive

Now I can only do so much
And I will never deviate
I hear myself take a deep breath
And think I must have wanted it this way
I remember all those little traps
I could not keep them in place
They were never stationed anywhwere
They were terrorized & maimed
So tonight I set vigil
& my shadow's all that's cast
& the iron that's encased it
is doing all that one could ask