Among the matted walls
the painted dolls
the cold crashes
timbered against us
fought to constrain us
thought they would rain us
but what fools
among these tools
we are what we are
no bonds
may bound us
no cage constrain
our lives
are open to take flight
to rule the night
we have it inside us
our release
begins not with constraint
our release
is a phantom
our release,
Our Release!
Jan 27, 2014
Jan 27, 2014 at 11:52 PM UTC
Among the matted walls
the painted dolls
the cold crashes
timbered against us
fought to constrain us
thought they would rain us
but what fools
among these tools
we are what we are
no bonds
may bound us
no cage constrain
our lives
are open to take flight
to rule the night
we have it inside us
our release
begins not with constraint
our release
is a phantom
our release,
Our Release!
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