Prison Box [06-09-01]

Dreaming clipped awake, hollow crying child
Desecrated 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
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.

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