Sanctuary [Poetry]

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the world is
a dungeon
of cruel intentions.
locked and cemented
entrances and exits -
offering pain

and the audiences
are devil spawned
laughing, whispering,
clad with pretty
faces, and samaritan
deeds.

the hallway is
dark,
the stage is an
abyss.
we are the lost
contenders -
found only
to suffer.

we are mute -
had pled but
couldn't reach
our hand out
as we are being
cut open -
chopped lungs,
exploded heart,
flowery veins,
a vengeful mind.

we're trapped.
in a cage we built -
a cage built inside
a cage,
built by somebody
else for us.
the world is
cruel,
a playground

for devils.

like us.