staging a knife fight at my favorite seafood restaurant

this is the face of a free man who has never tasted his liberty. constantly pulling the dead to shore. blank expression. eyes fixed on the clock overhead. greed caught my eyes with its beautiful flare. lust swept my heart away with its intoxicating romance. all hearing blocked out by the sweet harmony of gossip. intricately produced curses are the only taste on my tongue. the vast intelligence of pride has captivated my mind. monotony started the spark that consumed all my passion. these three walls are the only home i have ever known. the door is locked from the inside and i'm trapped with the key in my hand. this key has always been written on my hand but all i will ever do is stare at the doorknob(in self-pity and disbelief.)