Where were you, when I fell?
For my road is paved with bloody traps
Sharpening their teeth, tasting my blood and flesh in the air
Eager to rip the last of my dying screams out,
Before I lay, broken and unmoving.
Where were you, when I cried?
For my dreams are snaked with inner demons
Poking me, burning me, cutting me
Their laughs are my screams, their happiness my pain
Eager to torture me until the bitter painful end
When I lay, unresponsive amd silent.
Where were you, when I was caged?
For their is beasts and men, that capture and kill me
Leaving my pale white wings heavy laden with grief, blood, and suffering.
I scream, I cry. I cut, I bleed. I pound my fists against the cold unwelcome bars of my cage,
Until they are nothing but bleeding masses.
But there is no end to this madness, this hatred, except cold, hard, welcoming death.
When I will lay,
Broken and unmoving,
Unresponsive and silent,
But finally free.
So I dare to ask this one question.
Where were you then,
Where are you now?
