Trapped

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I am trapped

I am caged in my mind...

I wish not to be...

Yet it is done...

I have seen so many darkness

I have heard the banshee cry.

The thief is my artist,

As he paints my skin blue and red.

I feel numb to the red paint that drips...

I feel numb to my Capture.

I can only wait to see Death,

To see him open his pale hand,

To offer me freedom of my cage...

I wait until my dance

With the shadow of life. 

Until my eye grow heavy to open

When my limbs will no longer stand.

But, I am trapped...

I am trapped in the world of the living...

I am caged in a world of lies.

I am caged in my own mind...

Who is here to save one

That only knows Death?

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