My caged soul yearns to soar
To consume its very last atome of light
To free that spark of a tiger’s roar
A desperate yell making beasts come to bite

For my world is safe no more
No rest, no peace, no dreams, no truce
I gather feelings like it’s my truth
Until I find what I’m truly here for

Where are you, savaged angel?
Coldness steel of my naked blade
She who will stop myself to fade
And make me hers like I’m her hell...

Pen and paper are the best friend
To the words in my mouth
That I cannot express out loud
Pen and paper are the sidekick
To the problems that heroes can't fix
Pen and paper are the beginning steps
To peeling back the layers of my soul cry
Pen and paper are the pain killers
To relieve the discomfort that doesn't easily die
Pen and paper are my therapy
Don't get me a therapist, I'm more a realist
Pen and paper holds a deep and dark side
That if you ever discover my words
You might never see me in the same light
-soulwriterj