My love is caged
like a wild beast
I see you walk by and I growl
deep within my throat

These bars that separates us
will not be forever
One day I shall be free
to have my way with you

I stretch my claws for someday
I will claw you
I lick my fangs for someday
I will bite your neck and thrash you

I shall stalk you
and crouch in shadows
With only yellow green eyes
will you see in the reflections of your light

I shall leap and pin your
helpless arms with my paws
I will look into your eyes and growl
You will feel my hot breath upon your neck

I will bite you , then taste your flesh
My claws will rip you
Bite after bite , rip after rip
It will be my pleasure

My love is a caged love
but I will have my treasure
These bars cannot hold forever
Some day my love will be free

Words that form, have no meaning.
The truth I speak,
Isn't the truth.
Alone in this new life of mine,
Imprisoned in this cage built by my own hands.
The directions are a blur,
As my feet step on thorns.
I lament my fall, I cry out in despair.
A song bereft of word or rhyme.
Falling to oblivion that lures me in,
Promising happiness like a lullaby.
Fallen.
*Promise.

I might not be the best person you'll ever know
or the prettiest you'll ever meet, but I'll set
your soul free when the world's
looking to keep you caged.
I know your dad will get drunk and spit
terrible things at you and you've locked yourself
inside your own mind and it's driving
you to drink but you don't want to end up like
him, so you deal with the pain by adding another
slash to the collection on your skin.
When you say you can't wait for me
because you miss intimacy and I'm an ocean away, know that I'll understand and keep you in my mind and hope I'll find you again when time
has given you a new perspective.
Love, when all you see is darkness, look to me
for a flicker and I'll light up your life like a flame, because from the moment you stepped
into my line of sight,
my life hasn't been the same.

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

my spirit
will not be caged
by conformity
and ignorance

They call me Subject B.

Belly full with the pills
they fed me, still hungry,

legs pumping
to pendulum this swing,

inside a playground
that ignores my miming,

shrieking and throwing feces,
at hairless beings who nox me.

Dreaming of melting
the swing's chain, I fly
feet dangling over
cages of sick chimpanzees,
to a distant galaxy
that grows banana trees.

Awaken I see
empty syringes strewn
outside the crisscrosses
of my cage, trenchcoats
storm like flurries.
I still cannot read my nameplate.

I hope on my swing,
pumping my legs
back and forth,
back and forth,
back and forth —
glassy eyes watering.

Please don't **** me

I'm begging for mercy

But I refuse to say sorry

My apology will just be pure denial

Can't you see it's been awhile

Long time coming

I'm still running

Please oh no

No no no god ****** no

I put your name in vain please don't condemn my soul

But they want to take me away

To a place we all will end up

But not like this

No no no

I still won't say I'm sorry

I'm worried

I still haven't been let free

Singe my flesh 

disfigured me

Oh me me me

How ugly me

I'm a monster just unshackle me

So many faces

Pretty faces  but I'm just suffering

Why me me 

Where's my apology

I'm still not sorry

Until you do right by me

No no no ****** no

Skin is burned

Heart is cold

Soul is gray

Why the burden

Keep it burning

But don't **** me

I am begging

But I won't apologize

I won't say sorry

Spare me please

Yes I'm a monster

But you have no right to shackle me

I can't breathe

Let air in

Let me see

It's dark and I'm scared

And I don't care 

Cuz I am a monster

And I won't say sorry

No no no

Where's my apology

Let my bloodline weep and weep for me

But I'm not sorry

And I don't care

Fear has stricken me

But I'm not sorry

Do your worst and I'll wait to bleed

So set me free

But I'm not sorry

I'm chained to this wall,
A belt round my neck,
Tongue tied, cannot call,
My heart's a ship wreck,

Sunken to the soul,
Where no light enters,
Just like this hell hole,
Where insanity centres,

Encaging patients,
Deemed untreatable,
Losing their patience,
With nurses incapable,

Of treating our minds,
The pain in our veins,
Or pain they can't find,
"Hopeless" they claim,

But in this darkness,
Fear is controlling,
Just like the madness,
Existing in the nursing,

And pain turns to death,
As rain turns to tears,
While they take their last breath,
For screams that last years

I knew you once,
when the sun
shown bright.
Your brown eyes
deep with delight.
You were vibrant
full of art;
the windows
and doors
straight to your heart.

Flash forward:
time span
7 years;
you drown in
dark, ****** tears.
Alone with yourself,
the shadows emerge.
Your defenses down;
their spell, you cannot purge.

She feels like love,
those intoxicating charms;
slithering through
the needles in your arms.
You know, as I:
from her
you'll never hide.
Lie, cheat, steal
to keep her
by your side.

I adore you
like a sister,
there's nothing more true.
But I have to step back
with feelings so blue.
There's nothing to do
but sit here
and hope
I don't get that phone call,
"She's overdosed
on dope."

My little Dolly;
Lara, you're my
own personal
Betty Page.
Please pick the lock;
free yourself
from this cage.