Stockholm syndrome

So Stockholm syndrome let's talk about that
Kept in a jail and caught in the trap
Of a bear claw scraping against my cerebral cell
The gailor of intimate thoughts, where I thrive  And dwell
In time, regressed and intrinsic to the end
How do I guide you my spiritual friend
Grasp the afterbirth of a tornado and whip the ass of a whirlwind
Into dimensions of obscurity beyond the universe
The dancing of the voodoo dolls the creators of the curse
Ever upwards craving heat and light to store solar when the day is done
We wonder amongs the stars footsteps pondering if we won
The lottery of existence, a multitude of sin
You grasped the dream of after vapours your tinder drum beat of inner ear din.
And so I begin to grow tired and wonder why the why
To clasp the wonder of the salted droplets and this reason of the cry
To alpha males wolves on mountains who scream out to the moon
I'm not ready for the aftermath. Realisation comes too soon.
If the land of ancestry indulges me I guess I'm a lucky fowl
One day I will traverse this canyon and score the only goal
But for now I've decided to retire my brain and delve within the depth
Although I will decline for now my insipid neutral breath.