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A hostage never returns to their Capture, after an escape. No one ever looses sight of their liberty after being a slave...


Whispers in the dark
ask for my confession
Wondering; "Why I left?"
a state of deep oppression
Unaware of all the torture
So caught in misdirection
Can't understand the pain
behind this mortal lesson

Left alone to my devices
In a time of mental crisis
These colours shine so vibrant
You can't deny, it isn't like this
Better off without you
Even if I'm dieing
 Just a 'fading light'
    but this World
will see me shinning

Simple breaths of my resilience
reflect through timeless chatter
While aspects of my brilliance
cut through time & matter
Creating sacred space
for this wounded soul to heal
Existing in a place
where all my dreams are real...