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Breaking out of my Cocoon

If these walls were thick I’d never hear the Earth
If these windows were black I’d never see light
And if this lock were fixed I’d be trapped inside
Because in this place I reside with my solitude
No friendships no ties just this lonely ancient room
Dust fills my eyes as everything remains intact
As time stands still even death has forgotten me
Because I’ve been living for too long unnecessarily
My existence is futile and my mind remains dead
So why has he not come for me? Whilst I waste air
I wish he comes for me soon - it is my purpose to die
In this field of black and white it is for sure I am a lie
There’s nothing to hide there will be no grey area
It is clear enough I am pointless and much leave here
In this room where there’s no door there is no escape
In this game I play I must move not stand so still
I’m on my last life and I’ll fall into the trap of the bad
I’ll let them pierce through my flesh feed me to the dark
It’s time for game over and no coins inserted again
It’s time for me to put the controller into my own hands
Cut the strings tied to my hands I’ll no longer be a puppet
I’ll reach for my body and become one whole again
The men in white cloaks - I’ll no longer be their toy
I’ll break out of this hell and reach out to my sanity
These walls aren’t thick so I can hear the Earth’s cry
These windows aren’t black so I can see into a light
And this lock isn’t fixed so I’m not trapped inside
Written by a-nase (TheStalker)
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