And so, I was afraid
Every time I thought, the hands touched me again
The hands of pain molested me then
And when the pain came, my blood became black
I want it to come but the shackles dragged me back
And I can't break anything, not even myself.
This restriction rules you, just kill yourself.
Who controls you? Nobody knows.
Nobody even gives a fuck-truly, it shows
My binding is ripped and my pages are torn
These worn out hands are broken by thorn
Thoughts from Him ring in my head
And inside, outside; everywhere, all I feel is dead
Dying light in the sky is all for us to see
Walking feeling the morning open itself to me.
Sheering moonlight caressed my jagged skin,
Sparkling light fading from the sky and a bigger bright to take it akin.
Now they can see me in my real body
Where His chains hold me down in this rusted monopoly
My unanswered prayers go in his masquerade
And so, I was afraid.
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A World Of My Own
PoetryWhen in a world full of colors, some disgusting, some beautiful, you only see black. Being equal, and equally significant in the spectrum or law but everything you do and everything you thing think creates prosperity to everything; beautiful or...
