Stuck in a palace
Shall be so similar
To nothing you've seen
Of a fine prison
It shall provide
Nothing but comfort
But all it has
Is pure pain and torture
The torture we feel through the ashes of fire
Magma of mother Earth
Oh it shall be like a fine dungeon
With a genie lamp
"Thou get everything they want, except the heart"
"Thou get everything they need, except freedom"
"Thou get everything they love, except the brain"
Then I shall live
In a jail-cell if I must
Seek out for more love and freedom and brain
The palace has been nothing
But pure torture
Let me be free
Let me be in love
Let me explore my smartness
For I shall explode in a huge mass
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We were too close to the stars~
PoetryMy collection of poems and one-shots~ They're my work and, please, don't plagiarize because I will not hesitate to report and block you~ Note: the poems improve, slowly ;]
