the body, a cage
myriad of feelings
craving to be let out
Hush, little child, stay right in there
You don't deserve to be let out
the body,
holding for the litany of plain actions
every single day
the body,
God is in it,
heaven?
hell?
what is this
the body,
a circus act
standing on a thin rope
ready to tilt and fall
a lifeless body
with a lifeless heart
sits there
awaiting the cold,cruel stab
to the heart
May 12, 2014
May 12, 2014 at 8:09 AM UTC
the body, a cage
myriad of feelings
craving to be let out
Hush, little child, stay right in there
You don't deserve to be let out
the body,
holding for the litany of plain actions
every single day
the body,
God is in it,
heaven?
hell?
what is this
the body,
a circus act
standing on a thin rope
ready to tilt and fall
a lifeless body
with a lifeless heart
sits there
awaiting the cold,cruel stab
to the heart
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