Paralyzed with possibility;
These choices stun something within me.
Yearning to grasp what it is I want,
Whilst keeping myself chained. A taunt.
The animal within stirs up a chorus of growls,
The innocence slips past that thought which fouls.
My claws are sharp. My teeth, the same.
I am one who can not be tamed.
Jul 8, 2019
Jul 8, 2019 at 10:23 PM UTC
Paralyzed with possibility;
These choices stun something within me.
Yearning to grasp what it is I want,
Whilst keeping myself chained. A taunt.
The animal within stirs up a chorus of growls,
The innocence slips past that thought which fouls.
My claws are sharp. My teeth, the same.
I am one who can not be tamed.
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