I've been locked in a prison.
My chains double binding,
clinching on skin follicles.
I speak to the emptiness
My echo won't reply,
afraid of the beasts unseen.
I look toward the stars
this 7x7 just got a bit bigger.
I see the winter halo,
The angels surround the moon.
maybe,
they could surround my heart.
Jan 5, 2013
Jan 5, 2013 at 12:06 AM UTC
I've been locked in a prison.
My chains double binding,
clinching on skin follicles.
I speak to the emptiness
My echo won't reply,
afraid of the beasts unseen.
I look toward the stars
this 7x7 just got a bit bigger.
I see the winter halo,
The angels surround the moon.
maybe,
they could surround my heart.
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