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This Cage.
I can feel it surfacing,
But these locks aren't giving.
Day by day,
Hour after hour.
Tears long dried up,
As this anger slowly simmers.
I need to step away,
I want to live that lie.
That beautiful facade,
Shadowing all these faces surrounding.
The ignorance I so desperately crave;
Blind to the rain,
Only to see the gorgeous rainbow left behind.
I watch as you turn your back,
Footsteps walking away.
Just another pair among a crowd.
But I had a dying hope,
Deep and crying out.
Fading,
Clouded,
A different path.
You turned south,
As I disappeared on another horizon.
I can feel it surfacing,
But these locks aren't giving..
The last tear dries,
The anger long gone.
A blank facade,
A normal routine now.
Nails dug in,
Blood dripping,
Sliding and leaking.
To feel something,
Anything.
Green eyes reflect from a broken mirror.
A cage locked
Chained,
Yet I'm screaming hopelessly.
Stuck in the center,
Watching as you walk on by.
Just turn your head,
Let me know it's still worth fighting for.
But it's too late,
I feel the chains tighten,
As the echoes scream with pleasure.
These locks have no key.
But these locks aren't giving.
Day by day,
Hour after hour.
Tears long dried up,
As this anger slowly simmers.
I need to step away,
I want to live that lie.
That beautiful facade,
Shadowing all these faces surrounding.
The ignorance I so desperately crave;
Blind to the rain,
Only to see the gorgeous rainbow left behind.
I watch as you turn your back,
Footsteps walking away.
Just another pair among a crowd.
But I had a dying hope,
Deep and crying out.
Fading,
Clouded,
A different path.
You turned south,
As I disappeared on another horizon.
I can feel it surfacing,
But these locks aren't giving..
The last tear dries,
The anger long gone.
A blank facade,
A normal routine now.
Nails dug in,
Blood dripping,
Sliding and leaking.
To feel something,
Anything.
Green eyes reflect from a broken mirror.
A cage locked
Chained,
Yet I'm screaming hopelessly.
Stuck in the center,
Watching as you walk on by.
Just turn your head,
Let me know it's still worth fighting for.
But it's too late,
I feel the chains tighten,
As the echoes scream with pleasure.
These locks have no key.
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