Inside.

Containment and acceptance,
in carbon and calcium.
The jailers are away!
No need to lock the cages,
the prisoners, want to stay.
A loss of love, lust, limb and breath,
disastrous, democratic, delusions of death.
Plant a thought here, plant a thought there,
make serene little Ruby watch the show,
make terrified little Ruby stare.
Why fear the unknown? Why fear the fall?
Why fear the heights, the pain, rebirth et al?
Fear the crimson, embrace the pain.
Or fight to keep your tools, in vain.