rattling in the cage
'tis but an animal
'tis but a sage
set on fire
for amusement on the stage
breathing rotten smoke
birthing infected curse
here behind the metal
one can hear emotions surge
purge on the innocent mind
back and forth again
like it did the first time
like a pendulum that never stops
and a door that never locks
what about the tears guilt then
if it never drops?
'tis but a tale
of bones old and frail
rusting behind the walls
watching and consuming all
like a pharaoh on a throne
above all but oh so alone
drowning in a sea of eyes
begging a question that never lies
in words and stories
of past and the glory
splurging on wisdom
of the animal
scene morbid and gory
fearing the stains
of another scar
that will rip apart the pieces
and set the animal
blazing through the crowd
oh, will they still scream so loud,
like they did the first time?