She sleeps in his arms
Away from fire of agony
Trapped in his love cage
Suffocating little bird
Blindfolded by his dreams
A prisoner of his words

I'm a prisoner in my own mind,
I can't get out,
It destroys me more and more,
With each passing day
It feels like hell,
nothing can extinguish these flames...

I'm burning alive,
and I will burn all the way down
I'm all ashes now,
Soon I'll become what I've felt all along,
Like nothing,
Nothing at all...

I'm trapped

love is a strange emotion,
it blesses the soul with wings..
giving it the right to fly free in the vastness of mid-night sky
while it keeps the heart prisoner ...
it touchs the soul like
September breeze caresses
the dew touched flowers
while setting heart ablaze !!

She is trapped
Inside the walls
Of his words
Lost and confused

Terrified tongue tied
Screaming within
Constantly running
Around him...

I am a prisoner of my own mind,
I think too much,
Wasting my time.

I am a captivated wild animal,
Trying to return to the wild,
But my mind, it will find
A way to make me stay.

I will never be free,
These chains are bound to me,
I strain under the pressure of my freedom dying.

Little boy, looked us straight in the eye
He jumped off the bed
And ****** himself saying
"It's pecker time"
He opened his mouth
And he pointed in
Because grandpa said
And grandpa did.

Little boy, four years old
Wouldn't sleep at night.
"The witch" he'd cry
"Lives in the street lamp.
The witch will come for me!"
He'd scream and cry.
No one knew why,
But grandpa did.