Shackles of my eternal prison,
the chains I bear are translucent,
it doesn't really matter what I do,
life is a dice game,
my dice are loaded,
I sit back and think about my past and my future,
I can't figure out my internal plight,
why am I treated like this,
I'm a whimpering dog in the cold steel night,
tossed aside and forgotten,
my candlelight sussed out,
confines of my being don't really have much meaning,
tried to find my way,
love cut me down,
my pursuit of life,
executed on sight,
my bloodthirsty hell
the fire of passion raging inside,
extinguished by my hunger,
my famine of love,
everything's broken,
my paper mache soul,
a smashed porcelain doll,
my whitering heart,
a slave to my shattered devotion,
sentenced to a life of hard labored desire,
a quivering caste system of worship,
nothing but dust in the end,
the stars cry for me,
I had all I ever needed,
I had her,
now she's gone,
I'll find solace in death, empty living, nothing left
Jun 8, 2018
Jun 8, 2018 at 5:42 AM UTC
Shackles of my eternal prison,
the chains I bear are translucent,
it doesn't really matter what I do,
life is a dice game,
my dice are loaded,
I sit back and think about my past and my future,
I can't figure out my internal plight,
why am I treated like this,
I'm a whimpering dog in the cold steel night,
tossed aside and forgotten,
my candlelight sussed out,
confines of my being don't really have much meaning,
tried to find my way,
love cut me down,
my pursuit of life,
executed on sight,
my bloodthirsty hell
the fire of passion raging inside,
extinguished by my hunger,
my famine of love,
everything's broken,
my paper mache soul,
a smashed porcelain doll,
my whitering heart,
a slave to my shattered devotion,
sentenced to a life of hard labored desire,
a quivering caste system of worship,
nothing but dust in the end,
the stars cry for me,
I had all I ever needed,
I had her,
now she's gone,
I'll find solace in death, empty living, nothing left
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