 Prison Box [06-09-01]Dreaming clipped awake, hollow crying childDesecrated taint,sorrow burning wild. Step into my thoughts and say a little prayer Dance around a Prison Box created through your glare. My voice can’t be restrained – see, the wing’s already clipped. An Innocent absorbed through a callous fingertip. One time I was at peace, I had the choice to roam… Now I live in your chains. These boxes are my home. + Back to Menu |