You Are Mine [Nordic Discord Challenge]

Fluorescent cage drilling into my eyes, Punch the clock — another day in disguise. Paper towers stacked like graves in a row, Another shift sold cheap to the CEO. You take my hours, pry them from my bones, Sit on a throne made of unpaid loans. Preach “we’re family” while tightening control, My busted hands feed your quarterly goals. I fake a smile, fall in line on command, Eyes wide open — cuffs across my hands. “You are mine!” — your contract screams in red, Signed my life away, your greed wrapped in the fine-print thread. I bend, I break — you stage me, page by page, A puppet trapped inside your underpaid cage. “You are mine!” — echoing through the hall, A corporate hymn at every worker’s fall. Drain my time, break my spine, Mask the cage as your design. Steal my fire, kill my right, Sell it back as “doing right.” “You are mine!” — the toxin in your code, Workplace shackles buried in the workload. I comply, I die in every breath, Trading life for deadlines dressed as death. Factory hum drowns out my voice, Cubicle walls that erase my choice. Every motion scripted, weaponized, Every dream budget-cut and downsized. Eyes wide open — chains across my mind… If I scream inside this windowless room, Will they file it under “office gloom”? If I break your sacred profit-spell, Will HR ring the warning bell? A live wire trapped in corporate strife, Burning truth through this assembly-line life! Clock out — but the panic stays installed, A server wired to answer when you call. Tomorrow waits with quotas sharp as knives: “You are mine,” the system cries. But I reboot — your script I’ll overwrite. I rewire — I won’t comply tonight.