And she walked up the road Blanketed in velvet night Her hands were cold Whilst Icicles hung terrified Of a splendid morning The shadows communicated With each other In strange voices Carried by the winter air Like a discordant melody As they observed her steps The dawn promised her He would vanquish them Where at last, She would see The extent of a misunderstood glory.
No longer tracked in a dollhouse. A small spec from the view up above. Heart erratic Breath pumping My confusions left unsolved.
No longer scavenging for booky ally ways for a quick huff and puff, Fantasising about what I’m wearing as I **** myself, Or when it would be most peaceful to inhale evil Spirits.
No longer held on an invisible chain Chained to my ‘friends’ That have accepted this mutual need To be comforted not by what is said But by what is given and pierced through the head, Over and over Again and Again For years Four years I knew not one of them, But their smiles were kept green And their eyes soaked in sad blood Looking through narrow windows, Thin lines of dim lights, Pouring on lonely nights. And that’s when I realised Freedom is a slave sacrificed.
So if I must be chained Let it be a chain Hooked on loyalty Truth And love. Let it be a chain Flexible And gentle So I can find my way back With ease. Let it be a chain of strength A chain that protects me. Because I am no longer chained To the idea Of freedom in Robbery.
You will not be able to fully overcome any bad habit unless you get away from the people in your life who encourage that bad habit.