Expect not the sweet and dainty life. Painted in these walls, it's the life hidden far behind clouds, far away from what you and me know as 'life', with darkness pouring over like a fountain and daunting echos, overflowing.
14.01.19- published
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"prison cell" Tick tock goes the clock I'm wrapped up, all alone in rage Down the bars of an animal cage My voice wraps in tiny snow flakes
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Crimson tears dripping down the ice age In the middle of a frosty ice lake. Feet touching the bare crispy freeze, Ice cold fingers twirling round the metal maze
"When will i get out of here What sin have I done out there In the world I no more see Where will my family of 4 still be ?"
