Please never marry with menial minds;
Explosive corrosion displayed and defined
A moment ago, they were smiling and fine
A moment is torn and thrown to the divides
“The light, is it coming?” I ask the divines
As I tear at the windowless walls seeking shine
Leaving tracers and tracks, it resembles a map
It’s the past and I’m trapped with these walls still intact
I won’t follow the streets I bleed,
Leaning on the concrete,
I look above to see
No roof confining me
Climbing I finally see
Bleeding has blinded me
Scream at the top of my lungs: “Yes I’m finally free!”
Over the edges of my cage of dread
And I’m eager to finish these scenes of torment
Thinking this is the end, oh yes this is end
I descend to the ground, and the streets are all red.
Yet again…