Negative emotions clouding thoughts with translucent feelings, Breaking free from a cage.
Unknowingly,  its the cage of my soul
It Ripped straight through the ceiling.
Now im lost and out of control, all so very unappealing.
Will I find a way to conceal this purge, or will I die fully consumed, Whatever happens, it must be heavenly divine.
Even if that means I lose myself and all the love I hide guarded in a Tomb begins to slowly age and die.