Life...What is it exactly? Is it anything or everything? Will we ever know?
Trapped in a cage
No room to grow
Breaking free has been an attempt; failing too many times to count
It's lonely, but bright
A beautiful painting covering a rotten and disintegrating wall
Hope, is falling beneath the floors of this prison in hell
Their laughs and voices ring through deaf ears
Sneaking in; rotten words float around a dying mind
Such evil and persuasive things should never be said in order to change the vision that seems to be the only hope
Smothered is what you'd call this
A life said to be free, only to be deceived and forced to break, to surrender, to quite fighting
It's against all hope to give up
But still, it nears closer
Slouched and cowering like a fearful and abused animal, waiting for the next outburst
Carefully observing and planning the next and final escape
It will not fail
Either way the outcome will be free and never to be tamed again
Or dead and eating meals with Satan
Time is of the essence
Let the end games begin~
YOU ARE READING
Forever Free
Short StoryThe shadows never fade, always lurking in the depths. Surrounding, closing in. Suffocating from the inside out. Releasing the voices cackling underneath. Trapped in utter darkness no light can penetrate. It's always eerily quiet. Constantly...
