BIRD IN A CAGE
So, in a cage you kept me; a tiny, fancy cage.
Just something to show your friends and brag about,
feeding me only when you felt like it.
In the beginning, I thought it was great: I loved this cage.
Flapping my frail wings about in my tiny cage,
smiling on the wrong side of my face,
convinced that one day you'd see the good in me
and set me free.
All I ever wanted was to be seen not as a prize or trophy
but as human that craves love and attention.
Perhaps it was too much to ask of you.
"Ice-queen", you've turned my frail heart into a thousand winters,
completely impervious to anything human.
I can't feel the slow rhythmic beating of my heart anymore
I thought the knife was to cut me a cake?
so why is there blood on its blade? Is the heart you meticulously carved out
a gift to Hades_Greek god of the underworld, ruler of the dead?
Dead men, they say,  tell no tale, but here I am bleeding my thoughts out.