Behind The Thorns!!!
How do you fight back when the bars are made of thorns??
My nose has thorns growing in them
Blocking my every breath
And instilling pain
I can't escape
Of the nightmares
I can't name.
I can't pluck them either
For I fear of bleeding
I don't like the colour red either
It haunts me of my demons
That I had killed long ago
On a battlefield that turned gray
After every drop of blood
After every pang of pain
Kissed the ground.
But now
what am I pursued by?
These shadows?
I don't recognise them
Though they wander in my head
Lurking in every corner
Talking to me in a polite tone
And this sends shivers down my spine.
They hold the rabbit inside its hat
And choking it there
For they too fear of
The magic I might unleash
If only I could pull it out.
But again
Who has the balls
To bang their head hard
Into that crimson wall
Until the echoes of their fear fade
Into a sleep that stretches beyond
the limits of time?
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.
.
But but but
There might be a way
A tiny of a moment that could defy
The clocks of eternity
Where
The shadows would revel
While the rabbit might silently make an escape.
But that glimmer of hope
Often turns dark
For I am a proclaimed prisoner of my creation
Locked within the walls
Behind the thorn bars
I dare not touch.
But who turned them to point inward
Torturing me by my chest
And with every inhale I make
I bleed...
And for now and ever
I feel captive....
