4d
Locked up in a cage,
Those beasts are allowed to roam
The lights are dimming and the darkness grows thick
It is like a mirror on the wall,
Reflecting everything in which you desire but can never have.
Those who take, get.
And those who give, lose.
The scales have broken.
And you sit alone.
Crying on your throne.
Those beasts are allowed to roam
The lights are dimming and the darkness grows thick
It is like a mirror on the wall,
Reflecting everything in which you desire but can never have.
Those who take, get.
And those who give, lose.
The scales have broken.
And you sit alone.
Crying on your throne.
This is a poem I wrote about justice as a person. I think that's all I'm going to say.. I'd like others to try and interpret the poem this time :)
