You sever the rope,
you break the gates of the cage
and you fly away.
Are you happy?
There is only the darkness,
you ran away,
from the cage.
Now you fly right through the infinite,
dark and lonely night.
I'm the light you missing,
so why you threw me away?
Light in the cage would be extinguished,
light would be useless,
because it's easier to think in the dark.
Dangers in the air,
the walls you can't see,
now I could help.

Put your fingers into your ears
to not hear any distraction,
close your eyes
to not see the disturbing world,
burn out your taste buds
to not ever again taste the awfully awesome lips of your beloved,
peel your skin until you see the muscle tissue
to not ever again feel the other's skin on you.
You will be free in the cage,
the cage you don't know about.  
Stay sensible and find the beauty where it seems impossible to find it.
Love the wind cooling down your warmed up skin,
let the horizon hide the sun showing you red light,
it's going to make you crazy and happy.
Sit down calmly and quietly
to hear the waves telling you that the circle of life is not going to stop,
you have to flow.
And remember that lips,
showed you how to be the man.

There was a glorious deer,
the deer thought he was a beautiful lion.
Some rainy day he was hungry,
he thought he could hunt weaker predator.
So he was waiting in a bush,
thinking about his enormous teeth in a fresh meat.
And then he saw hyena.
It was easy to catch for a lion,
he jumped from the bush,
the hyena was surprised.
But the deer believed.
He did it.
But differently.
The hyena jumped at him in the fight,
he ****** his head, the antlers penetrated.
Intestines burst from the belly.
And the blood on the tongue of the deer,
it gave him the feeling, feeling that something,
something is wrong with him.
It was not him, not his terrifying teeth,
he realised he is not the one who he thought he was.
And the love he felt for yourself changed,
it was unquenchable hate.
He is not fearsome lion,
he is just a harmless deer.
He hated his new appearance he realised he had.
He had done something terrible, he killed the predator.
The predator could have the family, friends.
And the killing deer is not a secret.
They will be looking for him.
So he hated his new self even more.
He was not able to do nothing brave.
And all he wanted to have, was love.
The same love he felt when he "was" the lion.
But now without mistakes like this.
But it looks to be impossible to love yourself again,
again with the view.
Hopefully, the hind he loves will help him to find it,
to find his lost love. To believe in yourself again.

Metaphorically I'm the deer. And this is the story.