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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Book of Random Ideas
OverigThis is a book where i just write a little bit of a story. It just is to keep me from going insane. Please read and vote on what you like.