3.00 am
Just before the sun rose
She doesnt remember if the sun set,even
Time was moving at the pace of clotted blood.
Hardly moving. Not moving.
She folded her hands behind her back.
Touched her indexes and stood.
She was stuck in the gilded cage
That her mind had spun.

She was free otherwise.
Rather, she felt a rush.
But there was something stopping her from moving an inch.
So she stood there.
Her cage. And her.

While the little droplets of sweat, and liquid dropped onto the back of her dress.
Small red flowers on a cream colour
What was done, was done
A lonely soul, in a dark night.
The big day was yet to come.
Choosing to bear the consequence
She stepped back into the crimson war zone
An organised chaos.
A sizzle. A splutter. A crack.
She sat next to her masterpiece.
A smooth stream had leaked.
'So much to clean up' she thought.
But nothing could match the high she was on now.

6am
The shop bell chimed
And she woke up,
The stream had covered her
Her visitor walked in and stared.
At the blur of human, red and knives.

'The buns are perfect Macy! '
'Are they? Well now I just need to fill them in with the jam.'

It was business as usual.

There is a girl
A light slowly burning out
Trapped in a world
Stuck between dreams and reality

With wings, she could fly
But anchors hold her down
Feathers clipped
And dreams destroyed

Every time she runs
Every time she sets herself free
They bring her back
They lock her up again

She's not sure what she wants
But she can feel it
And she can see it
Just out of her grasp

Oh, how she longs to stretch
To grow an inch or two
And reach out for it
And make it hers

But they tie her down
They hold her back
They tell her no
They say she can't

But underneath her hopeless eyes
There is strength
Such as a tiger would hold
So strong, yet so weak

She is different
And they do not like it
They don't understand it
But she knows the truth

Because the reason they hold her back
Is because they want what she has
They see her light
And if they can't have it, it needs to die

And the girl, she knows
She sees that one day they will forget
They will leave the door open just a crack
And in that instant, she'll be free

They'll see her soar
Higher than they ever imagined
So high they cannot see her
And she'll be free

What if why our hearts beat is because
it's our inner self pounding on the walls of thier cage

This
         *contained
                            energy
   Will be the
******* end of me
                      
     In my symphonic body I paint a note too hard to reach
     Still I speak as though im at the peak
    Staring down at fallen leaves

     Acknowledging to myself if I was to actually leap,
       I would already be on the ground

   No sound comes around as I scream from my mouth
           Temptation to change perceptions of me are too big to ignore
           They beget more of their own kind than before
       And now im staring up at that note from my bedroom floor
If I could reach it
       In the right key it might open a door
And let in fresh air to sink into my pores
  
This
         Contained
                              Energy
Could be the end of me
But I promise I wont let it
      I will strive to fly higher until I finally have spent it

erupting in me
like they had been in a cage.
maybe they were,
but you released them.
now they're free and
they leap every time
they hear you,
every time they see you,
every time
you are near me.